Remember,
Driving to Hastings in the hot burning sun. Jelly ice cream melting and oozing out of the white whip creamy coloured bowl. The delightful fresh lavender fragrance in the air.
Remember,
The long uncomfortable drive including twisting and turning. Long drives of enjoyable mountain scenery at Kaiti Hill, with the king bees like busy men collecting pollen.
Remember,
The vibrant flowers were as pretty as a picture. Summers are fading.. Winter is coming.
That was Summer.
