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A Rather Unusual Easter Visitor

Ask anyone what animal they associate with Easter and most probably it will be a bunny or a chick. For me, it is a mouse!

When I was eight years old my mother decided to put on a special Easter lunch. The whole family had scattered after the Christmas holidays so it would be the first get together of the whole clan, our family of five and both sets of grandparents, for a while.

The week before Easter was a perfect spring postcard. The blossoms were budding on the trees in our garden and a little snail of crocuses and daffodils lined the path down to the Summerhouse. I was chosen to pick some daises to sprinkle in painted eggcups, my reluctant brothers to fetch other flowers for the vases.

My mother tied on an apron and set to work preparing the Easter feast, an enormous leg of lamb and baking the traditional treats, a simnel cake and my personal favourite: hot cross buns.

On Easter Saturday we all helped lay a special table with colourful candles and napkins and tiny fluffy chicks perched on the decorated centrepiece. But on the side plates, where usually an Easter egg wrapped in a bright silver paper, finished with a ribbon tied in a bow would sit, there was nothing!

After much earnest deliberation I had been given the task of organizing the Easter gifts. They were hidden away awaiting the ‘grand reveal’ on Easter Sunday morning.

When my mother gave me the money to execute my sweet-toothed plan, I had trouble making a decision. The whole family had given up chocolate for Lent, thrilling and challenging for me, hideous and irritating to my brothers who struggled to last the distance. I was consumed with a craving and, feeling the anticipation a 40-day abstinence would create.

What should I do? Rely on long time favourites? Variations on a theme? Above all, I didn’t want to be predictable. I wanted to create a something memorable.

Swinging from a low branch at the end of our garden one day inspiration struck: I would make trees out of cardboard kitchen towel tubes to which I would attach egg carton nests, filled with chocolate eggs and candy.

I could make four or five for us all to share and embellish them with leave, twigs and flowers. Which is exactly what I did.

Even though it took several sessions with coloured tissue, silver card and paintbrushes to complete the trees I was delighted to finally place the multi-coloured foil covered chocolate eggs on the shredded straw.

On the night before Easter Saturday I found the perfect spot to hide them, covered with tea towels under a chair against the wall in the dining room. After which I went to bed and slept restlessly until the sun beamed through the window in my bedroom and woke me early on Easter Sunday morning.

Following the service at the pretty old local church, milk chocolate fantasies largely displacing prayers, I raced home eager to present the chocolate egg trees at the lunch table in a moment of high drama.

When the lunch was ready my brothers called the family in to the dining room. Everyone was seated and patiently waiting as I announced a triumphant ‘Ta-da’ and whisked the cover off my creations.

But the gasps were not the ones of admiration I had hoped for, the drama not the sort I had planned. The trees were in tatters, the leaves torn off, the straw all over the place and the eggs all unwrapped, half eaten.

Fearing them sabotaged I rounded on my brothers who both denied it but then each accused the other, before my father stepped in suggesting the culprit could be a mouse.

My hard-of-hearing grandpa took this to be a call to arms, jumping to his feet brandishing a fork and my mother convinced it was one of a number of rodents over-running her home, causing her to shriek and drop the gravy.

Followed, of course, by anger, then reassurances, apologies and eventually the restoration of peace and calm.

Once I had dried my tears and my father had searched in vain for a pink-nosed visitor with chocolate covered whiskers, my mother placed the untouched eggs into cocktail glasses and salvaged the remaining adornments to attach to them.

Only after a delicious meal and lots of sympathy did I cheer up, helped along by the first sweet taste of the much missed, delicious chocolate.

These days I keep the chocolate out of temptations way until the last moment, my children posing more of a threat, I think, than mice!

Representing re-birth and new beginnings, Easter is a time of joy to share with friends and family. Sending an E card is a fun, fresh way to celebrate this most hopeful of the calendar’s celebrations.

At katiescards.com I have created a collection of Easter ecards that are quick to preview and just as easy to send. The selection of 5 Easter e cards features a mixture of colourful painted eggs, adorable chicks and blossoming flowers, each e-card designed to be a heart warming greeting to remind a loved one you care about them.

About the Author

Katie Davies studied Fine Art as a degree and then worked as an artist for fifteen years. After getting married in the late nineties she found it increasingly difficult to juggle family and career, so she gave up work to stay at home and look after her two young children.

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