Summer
The guys next door are playing backyard cricket. (It's the Queen's Birthday public holiday here.)
And so it's Summer.
Even though really it's only Spring.
The weather is warm, the sky blue, and the sounds of cricket drifting from nearby (the ball thudding agaist the bat and the fence, the wickets [sounds like a metal bin] being hit, and the cheers and groans of the players). That's Summer to me:-)
(It would have been better if they hadn't started at almost exactly the same time I was putting Puggle down for his nap... but amazingly, it doesn't seem to have unsettled him!)
What makes it Summer for you?
And so it's Summer.
Even though really it's only Spring.
The weather is warm, the sky blue, and the sounds of cricket drifting from nearby (the ball thudding agaist the bat and the fence, the wickets [sounds like a metal bin] being hit, and the cheers and groans of the players). That's Summer to me:-)
(It would have been better if they hadn't started at almost exactly the same time I was putting Puggle down for his nap... but amazingly, it doesn't seem to have unsettled him!)
What makes it Summer for you?
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