The jasmine tumbling over the fence in our back courtyard filled the entire house with fragrance today, as the big, yellow sun pressed perfumed oil from every petal. 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.

Laughing children.

A banjo-strumming troubadour.

Cloud patterns.

Delicious daydreams.

Little purple flowers in the grass.

Why hello, Summer. Perhaps, this year, I'll be happy to greet you after all.