Summer gave a cheeky grin. “I’m almost here,” it whispered. “I’m just around the corner.” And for once I smiled back.
So I strapped on the sling, and Madeleine and I took Oliver for a walk and a picnic in the park.
Madeleine’s roly poly dimples.
A fragrant breeze.
A banjo-strumming troubadour.
Little purple flowers in the grass.
Why hello, Summer. Perhaps, this year, I’ll be happy to greet you after all.