No, I dd not stand an egg on end. It turns out you can do that any day.
Next Monday is the first night of Passover, when we read one of my favorite poems, the Song of Songs:
For behold, the winter has passed; the rain is over and gone.When I was a child, I saw a translation that referred to "the voice of the turtle." As the only singing Turtles I knew of sang "Happy Together," it made perfect sense to me, and still does.
The blossoms have appeared in the land, the time of singing has arrived, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.