Four weeks have passed since Christmas Day.
Memories– of get-togethers with family and friends, of gifts, and maybe of spiritual contemplation –perhaps still hold a special place in our consciousness.
Recently at the local bushland park I observed the last of the Christmas Bush, fading away. Still lovely, though its cheerful glow had weakened in intensity.
And so, as one season passes, another comes into view.
Easter is just around the corner, and already the supermarkets are selling the first of the ever-popular Easter Buns.
I wonder will the Easter Bunny visit me? Visit you?
Love milk chocolate!
The remnants of Christmas Bush
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