Finding a robin egg in the spring was a treasure when I was a little girl. I always found parts of an egg. My wonderment would have been to find a whole one. I did find whole eggs in the nest but we were taught to leave the nests alone because the mother bird wouldn't come back if we touched them.(not sure if that is true or not but I wasn't about to cause a baby bird not to have a mother!) I grew up on a farm in the small town of Saxonburg, PA. Life was simple back then as I amused myself by playing outside. Unusual rocks, locust shells and bird eggs were part of a treasure hunt for me.
If you asked me my favorite color I would say blue... but when I really think about it my favorite crayon was always blue green and now that I am playing with polymer clay I keep chosing to work with turquoise. So this spring I thought I would try to make a robin egg.
Even though color is something that you cannot memorize I think I did it!