Summer

Languid pyjama mornings with feet up,
Dallying and dreaming over the Vogue Living
and everlasting cups of tea,

Days of sunshine and steamy heat,
slapped out of the malaise
by thunderstorm and deluge,
over in a flash,

Major Mitchell's parrots
cloud the greengage tree in pink and grey,
squawking and crying and tossing the pits,

Children industrious, exploring toy boxes,
unearthing forgotten fluffy friends and games,
playing and bickering,

The luthier leaves for the workshop just a little later in the morning
and maybe an 'early minute' each afternoon.

Cousins, aunts, uncles coming and going,
shouting and joking, instigating adventures.

Art sparks and easels at the gallery
reminded Grandpa that despite shaky hands,
drawing is possible

Water fights, swimming pools, parties at the beach to look forward to,

Evening marked with Magner's pear cider on ice.

Today, a cool breeze, blue sky, cotton ball clouds and no plans.