Despite all my Waldorf guilt, there are still some Waldorf-y traditions we keep. For years now, in the week before Easter, the kids and I have made and planted an Easter garden.
We take an old pan, and fill it with soil. We add a “tree” cut from the branch of a real tree, a dry pond, some gravel paths and a cave which H. made long ago, when he was about five. Then we scatter wheat grass seeds throughout, sprinkle on a little more soil, and water the garden.
We add a caterpillar to the cave, and leave him there in the dark, waiting to metamorphose.
It makes for an austere, colorless lenten scene, which is just the effect we’re after. Because, in a matter of days, everything will change.
Working with Mr. T yesterday, I realized that after more than ten years of making this Easter garden, this is probably one of the last times one of my kids will want to help me. It’s a little kid activity. Then again, it’s a tradition, and maybe I’ll be able to wrangle some help, simply for old time’s sake. Either way, I’ll probably keep up the tradition on my own because the garden so beautifully symbolizes Easter, with a simplicity that may work for little kids, but with a depth that can reach anyone.
I’ll post pictures in a few days, to show how our garden transforms.