Summertime

The wild grass of Spring, now golden brown. The Jacaranda tree losing its deep purple bloom.

Welcome Summer.

A few hot days. Suddenly there’s flies. And off-shore winds, turquoise seas. Abalone now stripped from reefs by swarming multitudes. I’ll get the tanks pressure tested this week. "C'mon Marty, organise a leave pass - haven't you any control over your wife?. HA!, HA!, HA!"....Undersea hunting begins.

Hot nights. Late nights. The aroma of smoking meat. This season T-shirts, boardshorts and thongs are all considered formal wear. Occupied verandahs enhanced by a hew of fairy lights, all soften moods. Listening to music and the murmur of chatter over fences.

Playing mellow songs while entertaining friends. Jazz, Chill or Blues. "...Or bring out an oldie... “PianoMan”, “Cold Chisel” or perhaps “Hot August Night”...please".

Australia Day. Great South Land. Pride and thankfulness. The intonation of Ritchie Benaud dominating our screens. Chomping on peanuts. And home made dip. Sucking the home made beers of a friend. “Made for only 12 cents a bottle” he boasts... "And where’s my change mate?" you jest - swirling the last undrinkable third right under his nose.

And mustn't forget, the Red wine...to serve at room temperature - take straight from the fridge, of course!.

Early morning jogs. It takes no discipline at all to arise from bed...Except every Sunday.

Swimming pools. Family time. Precious time. All under baking heat.

Bring it on!