In Edinburgh Gardens

The jasmine tumbling over the fence in our back courtyard filled the entire house with fragrance today, as the big, yellow sun pressed perfumed oil from every petal. Summer gave a cheeky grin. "I'm almost here," it whispered. "I'm just around the corner." And for once I smiled back.

So I strapped on the sling, and Madeleine and I took Oliver for a walk and a picnic in the park.

Madeleine's roly poly dimples.

A fragrant breeze.

Laughing children.

A banjo-strumming troubadour.

Cloud patterns.

Delicious daydreams.

Little purple flowers in the grass.

Why hello, Summer. Perhaps, this year, I'll be happy to greet you after all.