One of the things I love most about summer are the long summer evenings.

At 6pm, after dinner, we gather the kids and go for a nice long walk before bath time.

The sunset air, the sounds, the smells, even the colours are just beautiful.

We ride bikes, kick a soccer ball, play in the playground, and laze around on the grass noticing the summer buds on the trees in the setting sun.

My baby usually naps during the walk. I love how sleeping babies squish their faces against the side of the pram, so innocently abandoning themselves to their needs.

My oldest boy swings side-to-side on the swing. Everyday, I think he looks less like a boy, and more like a man.

My second boy makes skid marks on the ground with the tyres on his bike. Notice the hasty use of grey electrical tape on his helmet to hold the plastic cover on – we’re so classy down here in the suburbs.

(The blue plastic cover doesn’t add to the safety of the helmet, it’s just for looks. But the boy thinks that the picutres of Ultraman and a spaceship are just SO important for a safety helmet. And as long as he’s wearing it, I’m happy.)