I’m going. I’m going sorta kicking and kinda screaming into autumn, but I’m going.
I’m just not going without a peaches and cream cake. Not yet.
I’m excited about the late-summer tomatoes, and I can’t say goodbye to the peaches just yet. So while the mornings and evenings are filled with that certain frosty breeze where you just know there’s no going back, the days are still warm enough out on my balcony (just) where I can sit in the sun (sorry wrinkles) and soak up every last drop before it disappears behind grey.
For someone who doesn’t like cake, I sure do make a lot of it.
The kiddies like it, and I don’t mind a small slice, still warm from the oven. The rest goes into lunchboxes – if there’s one thing I like less than cake, it’s day-old cake. The kids will take cake in any form I’ve got it.Ooh she looks nice though, no? Good enough to be washed down by a bucket of tea.
Are you ready for autumn? She waits for no man! (Unless you’re in Queensland).