The Magic of Childhood

This is a bush.


During most of it's life it has been a normal, blooming, sitting in the woods minding it's own business bush.

Until this past weekend.



The Saturday before Easter this unassuming bush was promoted to Candy Bush.

(Wait a minute ... what was that?)

Growing up, my siblings, cousins, and I were treated to the candy tree. Any tree will do. If you have a tree or bush in your backyard, you have a candy tree.

(Did you see her? The one making the magic happen.)

This Easter, the Candy Tree was introduced to a new generation.

(Oops, you missed her.)

Really, it is just a glorified peanut scramble ... without the peanuts ... and beware of the flying tootsie rolls.


However, to a child, a glorified peanut scramble is something more, something magical, and something that will be passed on to the next generation.