A long time ago, many decades as a matter of fact, I first became introduced to wooden Easter eggs from Poland.
There was a store in the city where we lived at that time.
Whenever the gorgeously designed eggs came into sight, I wanted them, but they were expensive for our budget.
So, one by one, they came home. It took a long time to collect a bunch of them.
Well, here we are, years later, and those eggs are still with me.
They could probably use a new coat of clear varnish but to me, they are still lovely.
Like so many things in life, they are remembrances of a difference, more gentle time.







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