She was an old, mellow-eyed woman, which years one could
count on her wrinkled face like the tree rings on felled tree…
Her
knotted dry hands were holding with unusual gentleness the red and white
tassels of Martenitsa. Big smile like a breeze of freshness couldn’t
hide her pleasure that Spring is really around the corner. Warmth
was spreading with every gesture she made to bless and gift the little ones
with red and white Martenitsa.
“Red for health and white for wealth!”,
she was wishing them and caressing their small heads.
“Make
a wish! Make a wish!” replied eagerly the children and run to their
homes to show everybody what Baba Marta gave them.
It
was getting really buzzy and noisy – chirping birds, singing children, buzzing bees, and
clacking storks nesting on the roof of the old church…
Happy
Baba Marta!
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