Interlude

It was a nice day last Saturday.
We took Little Missy down to the local park and had some afternoon tea.

Lying back on the picnic rug, looking up at a flowering gum catching the evening sun and framed by a vivid blue sky, I reflected that, if you can't remember the last time you did something like this (lying back and looking up at the sky that is), then it was probably far too long ago.