An afternoon sea breeze.
Sunlight streaming into the hut.
Babies in singlet suits.
Bifold doors wide open.
Flower garden bursts into bloom.
The return of the swallows.
Bird song in the morning.
Frog calls at night through open windows.
Gin and tonic.
Home made ice cream.
Lazy afternoon snuggling in the bedroom.
A later twilight.
This weekend almost felt like summer instead of spring.
Rob ordered some sand to top dress his lawn. The dogs followed him as he wheeled the barrow to the pile left by the truck, and then back to the lawn. When they got too hot they retired to the laundry hut verandah. But all three were blissfully happy.
The girls and I snuggled on our bed with the French doors open.
Sunday, of course, was Father's Day, so after a late breakfast and some baby cuddles, Rob picked up his eldest daughter. We enjoyed a curry for lunch then Piña Colada ice cream (dairy free), then after a cooling head wash for each baby girl we all retired to the bedroom to watch them wriggle and coo.
The weekend was over far too quickly.