Easter

At Easter we eat jelly beans.  Real ones.  As Buddha says, "Everything in moderation, including moderation."  This is the day my little one looks forward to all year long- "jelly bean  day."  I do have some issue with associating a holiday geared toward rebirth and renewal with jelly beans, but alas, it's happened.  When she sees jelly beans in the store throughout the year she always asks, "How many more months until Easter?"  One year we skipped Easter entirely as we were flying to Japan the day before.  I was planning on celebrating a week late, but then was so overwhelmed with settling in over there that I just let it slide by.  That was a two year jelly bean hiatus!

We all know those kids who never get sugar and end up obsessing over it.  I would certainly never store any in my house on a regular basis but the occasional splurge I have found a better solution towards balance than 'forbidding' it.  

The little buckets are planted with wheat grass. Just buy real wheat berries, soak them overnight and plant in dirt about 5-7 days before event. I've used these in larger containers as centerpieces for birthday parties too with adding a few bright gerber daisies in the middle and tying a ribbon around the dish.  If you have a wheat grass juicer you can juice it afterwards, but we feed ours to our bunnies.