As the dense December fog lifts and unfolds the colours, we enter into the new year of 2013. I wish all my readers a very Happy New Year!! Each year the new year comes in a different form of spirit, matuarity and an array of brilliant hue. The different flowers too at the same time spray their differing shades each year. Last year we didn't get such power in the 'mums' as we got this year. They didn't seem to wither at all, throughout the fog, simply stayed on from beginning to the end. The marigolds have just come out, fresh in their bright yellows and yellow-oranges. The white mums are changing colours to pink and the bushes are heavy with paper like crispy ones. 
They seem to tell us their regular tales, yet we seem to learn them as new, each time. Making friends and losing them is often our case, as we move place to place with time and space, yet we keep making new ones for love, sharing and caring, like we reach out to the flower colours each year, meeting them as if they never came before and brightening our days as never before with love, happiness and joy. Thus life goes on and we move on in time and space or is it time that is moving, we do have a big question to pause and re-think in our minds......
They seem to tell us their regular tales, yet we seem to learn them as new, each time. Making friends and losing them is often our case, as we move place to place with time and space, yet we keep making new ones for love, sharing and caring, like we reach out to the flower colours each year, meeting them as if they never came before and brightening our days as never before with love, happiness and joy. Thus life goes on and we move on in time and space or is it time that is moving, we do have a big question to pause and re-think in our minds...... 
