Honeybush (organic)

Description

Midwinter, the woods have transformed into a silent realm of snow and wonder. The ice crunches beneath well-worn boots, marching with intention down the sunken forest path. A hidden, wooden letterbox holds unknown and everchanging treasures, revealed with the turn of a key. Sometimes posies, lines of poetry, or a missing glove, but today it yields a tiny golden pot with a wooden stirrer. The journey back to a warm glowing loungeroom is hastily made, so that the welcoming pot of tea can benefit from this sweet gift. At last a sip of tea is taken, sitting, perhaps, a little too close to the fireplace.

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