Not what we would expect to wake up to on a Sunday Easter morning.

Instead of bunnies, we were greeted by angry black clouds of smoke from a bushfire near our place. And instead of raining chocolate eggs, it rained grey ash on our lawn. It felt surreal to be standing in our garden watching white flakes falling from the sky…almost like snow but not quite.

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