Easter is not just a date on the calendar. It is a mood. It is a morning when the house smells of vanilla and slightly burnt edges of Easter cake. It is a time when even an ordinary cup of tea seems special. And you seem to return to childhood.😄

Easter is not just a holiday for me. It is a special mood, the aroma of warm dough, a ringing laughter in the kitchen and napkins with embroidery, which were carefully stored all year long. Something as native that from childhood was etched in the heart as the best tune of spring 💛 I start preparing for Easter long before Sunday. For me, this is not about "I need", but about "I want". Bake Easter cakes is a ritual. In my family, they are kneaded with love, patience and good mood. I like to watch the dough "breathes" and grows - it seems to come to life in anticipation of the holiday. And every time at this moment I think: how many more women now, in their homes, also give a part of themselves to this process? And even eggs! 🎨 Once upon a time, my grandmother and I cooked them in a onion husk, tie the threads to get patterns. Now I experiment with beets, turmeric, even red cabbage - natural colors are charming and unique. And every egg is like a small work of art.

In every country Easter has its own taste, color and atmosphere. Let's take a look at how the day is celebrated in different countries.

Easter always starts with church for us.

Every year before Easter, I collect a basket with special love.

Our festive table is a whole story.

For me, spring is when something clicks inside: that's it, I'm ready to live again. Without winter apathy, without gray thoughts. I want to wear light clothes, listen to loud music, drink tea in the sun, dance with joy on the balcony. Or just sit and catch myself smiling for no reason.

The wind plays lightly with my hair. Birds are singing somewhere in the distance, and the sun is breaking through the awakened trees. And I stand, slowly. Just allowing myself to be. Not running. Not checking my phone. Not thinking about what's next. Just standing.

Spring doesn't come right away. Not like a button - click, and everything blossoms. It creeps in - timidly, in a whisper, starting with the smell of damp earth, with the first birdsong in the early morning, with this strange light feeling under the skin: soon.

Yes, yes, I am officially single, slightly romantic and a little... um... clumsy. 😂😂There is a funny story about this further, I promise.

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Yes, yes, the one that can milk a cow, start a tractor in half a turn and can distinguish hay from straw even with her eyes closed. 😄

I just want to congratulate you on Easter in a human way. Without high-flown words and loud phrases. Just in a real way - with warmth. With hope. With a feeling that everything is not in vain.

For me, Easter is the aroma of homemade pastries from the very morning. And although I like to experiment, there is a recipe that I return to every year ❤️

This year we put together a children's basket for the first time 🧺 And I decided to make it not just a "little adult" one, but a truly child's one 💛

I already knew what I would wear for Easter, two weeks before the holiday 😄

My daughter is already an adult. She is 18. And it is… a little scary. But also very touching 💛

In our family, Easter cheese Easter cake is the same tradition as Easter eggs.

Before Easter, the house always smells special.

Easter eggs are not just painted eggs.