You’ve got to love a country where people grow their own Easter grass. When I saw it growing in my sons’s kindergarten class last year, I asked Frau F., the teacher, about it:
Me: Wow, you grow your own Easter grass in Germany?
Frau F.: How else?
Me: We buy pink plastic grass at the store.
Frau F.: *look of horrified disbelief*
Me: *looking for the nearest place to hide*
There’s something so exciting about the simple charm of growing a little pot of grass. The kids love to watch for it to pop up. Reminds me of that old Easter hymn Now the Green Blade Rises.
The Waldorf kindergarten also decorates in style. Here’s an egg chandelier, the base of which was hand-carved by Frau F. from the bottom of last year’s Christmas tree, because, as Frau F. enjoyed pointing out, “Christmas and Easter are connected.”
A few more Waldorf arrangements:
Sorry the pictures are a little grainy—the light in the classroom wasn’t great, and I was just using my phone.
BIG NEWS! I’ll be traveling to Bologna for a few days for the International Children’s Book Fair. This is the largest trade fair for the industry. It happens every year in Bologna, and I’m so glad to have the chance to join. I’ll be sharing with you about it when I get back!