As much as I have a healthy loathing for summer, I love spring. While summer means sucking ice cubes and sticking to leather couches through forty-odd degree heatwaves, spring is perfect for lying around on the beach, slurping milkshakes, bushwalking and picking wild flowers. We have hauled the giant plastic clam out of the garage and it’s now a permanent fixture in our *backyard. When it’s hot enough the kids have fun splashing around in it while I lie on the swinging granny seat until the sun goes down and the mosquitoes force us to retreat inside. Oh, how I love spring.
*I say backyard but it’s really just a small slab of concrete outside our flat with a lovely view of the garbage bins. But we love it all the same.