The sun is hot and shining and it feels like the beginning of summer. You can smell the heady jasmine dripping in flowers and scent on the verandah. The garden is getting greener before your eyes with all this rain, the soil is dark and hot, the air humid. The washing is drying crisply in the sun, flowers cut from the garden, shopping packed and put away, a 4-year-old singing a tune in a happy mood, new flowers whacked into jugs and vases, the outside pots getting watered, the weeds pulled as I go.
It’s Wednesday. And it’s bloody beautiful. All of it.