Waiting for Easter

Religious is the one who can deprive himself of faith, but not of God. – Emil Cioran

I see spring as a secret garden full of singing birds, blossom and beautiful smelling flowers, green sprouts and exhilaration. Easter is happening in one of the most beautiful seasons. I’m away from my lands, I don’t have close my garden, my flowers and the quiet of the fields where our house at the country side sits.

I will be there with my thoughts, but I will knock the eggs and cheer a glass of wine from these almost beautiful urban out-lands. This year I hand painted my eggs in beautiful red shades and I picked red blossom flowers while waiting the Easter. Soon I will prepare cozonac and roasted pheasant. May all of you have a wonderful Easter!