I always remember Easter time from my childhood at my nana’s house in the countryside. A wonderful landscape waking up comes back to life after the winter: green grass forcing its way through the old hay, beautiful, colourful wild flowers, and the forest bringing to my nostril the smell of spring.

In such scenery, on Saturday whole families go to church to consecrate gifts from God. Gifts such as: bread, eggs, sausages, horse-radish, vinegar, fruits and water. Everything is packed up in wicker baskets decorated with colourful Easter eggs, little chickens and lambs.

On Easter Sunday the most important meal is breakfast, which is usually traditional white soup, which contains everything that was in the wicker basket. It is also very important that the family is complete and the house pulsates with murmuring.

Another important day just like Saturday or Sunday, is Easter Monday. That day has a very old tradition where everybody throws water on each other. Another ancient tradition on that day is to consecrate property and fields with the water from a wicker basket.

That was Easter as I remember when I was little girl. Unfortunately the time has changed and I am no more a little girl. Now I am living in a different country, which has totally different traditions: a massive, very tasty, stuffed, golden roast turkey in company of nearest family.

This year Easter was completely different from all the others. We put two traditions together: the house was full of people, we were doing traditional hand painted Easter eggs. On Easter Sunday we had traditional breakfast and for dinner golden roast turkey and we had very wet Traditional Easter Monday.

After Easter had finished and my family had gone back home to Poland, the house felt empty and terribly silent, even with my daughter’s shouting.

This year Easter time was very exceptional.