Autumn
There was a cool, crisp note apparent in the air instead of the usual early morning humidity when The Mother and I went to my favourite park this morning.

The mango tree in the park has finished for the year. Did you know that I love mangoes? Not that I ever have a chance to really indulge in one at leisure; it is always a matter of a couple of quick chomp, chomps, and then a big gulp so that I can swallow the entire prize before The Mother steals it away.

The grass is badly in need of cutting after all the rain of recent weeks but as you can see I didn’t let that deter me from my fun, although I noticed The Mother stepping rather tentatively through the long paspalum.