We had a wonderful day today... it was easily the hottest day we'd had all year (oh yes I'm going to be like that for a while), the sun was shining and I am pretty sure the ground was actually steaming.
It was so lovely and hot that I knew to get through it we needed to seek shade and water. We did briefly consider the hose in the backyard, but on the spur of the moment we packed some sausages, bread and the children into the car, and headed off to a lovely picnic spot behind Mt Cootha.
And it was just magic. There was hardly anyone at all in this huge clearing, with heaps of shady trees, a gorgeous rock bed stream running through it, and best of all, wood fire BBQs. I love a campfire and like most people I adore the challenge of lighting one when the council has already provided lots of free firewood stacked neatly next to the BBQ.
We ate and drank and chased bush turkeys, and then went for a long walk upstream, right through the middle of the shallow water. The boys sat under little waterfalls and I didn't see one eel or leech in the water at all.
Tired and happy we all piled into the car to come home, and just before I came up the back stairs, I saw something perhaps even more wonderful than our already fabulously wonderful day.
The eggplant is eggplanting.
It's just small, but it's been long, long awaited.
I am almost an eggplant grower.