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I was a winter person until I had kids. Staunchly winter. Hated summer, the next-to-nothing clothes, humidity at 2am, burnt skin no matter how keenly you apply sunscreen. But now, I love it. During the last week we’ve had a few days of warm sunshine and it feels so good. Gives me hope that there WILL be an end to the runny noses and coughs. Very soon, we’ll get home from work and preschool with sunshine time to spare. Rather than come home to a cold dark house, it’ll be warm. Time for a jump on the trampoline (rather then whine) while I make dinner. Or a quick trip to the rockpool as the sun begins to set.

I guess it has something to do with where we live now. Near the beach instead of the grimey inner west of Sydney. I loved the inner west until it became too noisy, too polluted. The only outdoor space was the park. No private space to for the kids to run around in their undies and play with buckets of water.

I love summer weekends with their early morning visits to the beach, and a repeat performance in the late afternoon. Greasy fish n chips on the sandy grass. Or on the back veranda where there is always cool breeze.

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About fiona

Welcome. Or welcome back. These days I’m a coastal dwelling mum of two kids, a (trainee) graphic designer, part time online community moderator and neat freak. When nanafee first began I lived child-free in the city, was a keen cook, knitter and band groupie. And neat freak. I guess those things haven’t changed but I’d like to think I have. If you’re interested, first incarnation of nannafee can be found here: http://nannafee.pitas.com/ Ick, kinda embarrassing now. It spans 19 March 2003 to 8 November 2010. Ahh, memories. Ok moving forward.

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  1. Tan grass that crinkles under foot, dappled shade under a bending tree, the uncanny way that sand finds its way into a tube of sunscreen, the race to finish an ice cream before it makes your fingers sticky. And coats in the cupboard.

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