indian summer's day

Last night the rain finally stopped and this morning the sun shone, enticing me into the garden to chop and tend and plant and feed. The spongey lawn was still soaking up the remnants of weeks of rain and the lettuces had all gone to seed, fearing, perhaps, that they would not see the sun again until spring. But the sun was shining so brightly that Nell and I stripped off to shorts and tshirts.

We pottered around the garden: Nell painting water colours while I tied up the snow peas. Soy and Zac were rejoicing that the ovals were open and soccer was being played on them.

This afternoon, despite the sun, I sat in the office and typed up notes on my Ern Malley essay. I am still smiling after a night out with girlfriends at the Red Lantern last night when we laughed so hard I feared my ginger pudding might make a reappearance through my nose.

There is no substitute for the company of life-long friends. We discussed everything from K's pregnancy to family dramas and our judgements so far on our nerdy PM.

Now I am preparing for a night in with Soy and the Coen brothers with a glass of white to celebrate the (brief) return of summer.