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The Countdown

The Countdown to Nowruz and the coming of Spring has officially begun.



We have set our Haft Sin, the Spread of Seven S's, each inviting goodness and prosperity into our home for the coming year:

 
Sabzeh  (Sprouted wheat) to symbolize rebirth
Sonbol (Hyacinth) to symbolize the coming of Spring and Nowruz, a New Day
Somagh (Sumac) a reminder to sprinkle flavor into our life
Sir (Garlic) to ward off illness
Sekeh (Gold coins) to invite prosperity
Senjed (dried Oleaster fruit) to symbolize love
Samanoo (Wheat pudding) to signify sweetness and fertility
Sib Sorkh (Red apple) to invite health and beauty

In addition to the S's, we put a mirror to invite light, candles to symbolize enlightenment, gold fish to symbolize life, and painted eggs to symbolize fertility (FYI we have 5!).


Tomorrow night we will put on our new clothes, dine on fresh fish and herb rice (Sabzi Polo va Mahi) prepared by Mr. Urban's mother.



We will have many cups of well brewed cardamom tea with tiny Persian cookies. 

Tonight we will excitedly sit around the Haft Sin and await the coming of Spring, which in Northern California will be at 10:14 pm. 

Happy Nowruz, Happy Spring!
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