So much life. So much abundance. So much that is thriving. (And so much needing our daily attention.)
Cicada shells everywhere we look. Spiders suspended on the passionfruit vine. Beautiful worms under the compost lid (needing space away from the pack?)...
Tomatoes ripening and cucumbers lengthening before our eyes. Wild rocket spreading, French lavender flowering, coriander bolting. Always bolting.
As I tend, the boys dig under the mango tree, filling a hole with water and wallowing in so much muck that even a soak in the bath won't get those fingernails and toenails clean. Luca eats the tomatoes, Kian eats the strawberries. I take the first two snow peas upstairs, one each for Graeme and I.
It's bedtime, so Luca constructs a tent outside with two chairs and a tablecloth and says he's sleeping there for the night. I promise him that over Christmas Daddy will join him for a proper sleepover under the stars. And he will.
Now they're in their actual beds. With filthy nails and stars that glow (albeit briefly) on their walls. And Kian has taken two Black Prince cicadas to bed with him.
These really are our glory days.