I'm not really an Easter/spring decor kind of girl, 
but once a year I like to bring out our heirloom Pysanky.
Intricately painted by my great uncle William Hanischuk, they are so 
beautiful and so delicate. 
Here's a little fascinating background of Pysanky, (from trusty Wikipedia) 
"A 
pysanka (
Ukrainian: 
писанка, plural: 
pysanky) is a 
Ukrainian Easter egg, decorated with traditional 
Ukrainian folk designs using a wax-resist (
batik) method. The word 
pysanka comes from the verb 
pysaty, "to write", as the designs are not painted on, but written with 
beeswax.
As in many ancient cultures, Ukrainians worshipped a sun god (Dazhboh).
[citation needed]
 The sun was important - it warmed the earth and thus was a source of 
all life. Eggs decorated with nature symbols became an integral part of 
spring rituals, serving as benevolent talismans.
In pre-Christian times, Dazhboh was one of the main deities in the Slavic pantheon;
[citation needed]
 birds were the sun god's chosen creations, for they were the only ones 
who could get near him. Humans could not catch the birds, but they did 
manage to obtain the eggs the birds laid. Thus, the eggs were magical 
objects, a source of life. The egg was also honored during 
rite-of-Spring festivals––it represented the rebirth of the earth. The 
long, hard winter was over; the earth burst forth and was reborn just as
 the egg miraculously burst forth with life. The egg therefore, was 
believed to have special powers.
[3] "
So we are very lucky to have these beautiful, 
and possibly benevolent magical objects passed down to us.
Once a year we take them out and admire them,
and I secretly stress out about breaking them before they are put away again
for another year.