Bura Na Mano, Holi hai!

Roughly translated, this means "Don't be offended, it's Holi."

Holi falls on the day after the full moon according to the Hindu calendar and celebrates the arrival of spring. This year the actual day of celebration in India was March 11 and is another of the many Indian holidays that we are so fortunate to now call a part of our Ross family tradition. It is a time to throw off the gloom of winter and rejoice in the colors and liveliness of spring. It is also a time when people forget their differences and come together and frolic; a time of true merriment. Brightly colored powders called gulal are thrown on one another to emphasize the beautiful color of spring and vibrant life.

We were all set to enjoy some frolicing and merriment, however, our weather is not cooperating and our day couldn't be more gray. Today we awoke to 3 inches of snow, followed by sleet, rain and now hail. The tiny daffodils, who were just trying to peak their buds out have made a hasty retreat! Our spring planting of Holi primeroses is temporarily going to be put on hold :) Our merrimaking and frolicing was going to be dancing around a vase of beautiful flowers, but I'm in a cast from the knee down, where frolicing is probably not a good idea. So tonight in honor of Holi, we are going to gorge ourselves with Indian casserole and samosas, compliments of our friend Denise. Devi gets to use paints, our make shift gulal, in the bath tub! A couple of made-up bed time stories telling about the arrival of spring will round out our Holi celebration. With that Bura na mano, Holi hai everyone!!