Summer. Tiger Style.

Yesterday was HOT in the city of Launceston.

The kind of hot I - and Poppy S - adore. The kind of hot Grandma V and Daddy Bear hate.

The kind of hot that makes all thoughts of productive days go out the window in favour of much sitting and lying down and Eating Of Cold Things.

I had grand plans for yesterday involving Boxes and Putting All Of The Things Inside Of Them.

In the end, what did Tiger and I do?

Erm. Notsoverymuchatall.

We stripped down to various stages of nakeyness (*shakes fist at people who decided babies can be nudey in public but grown-up peoples cannot*) and sat on the deck and ate cold pumpkin (Tiger) and cold cake (Cackle Mummy), and made sympathetic noises at suffering Mephy Danger.

We played some Taylor Swift and Cat Empire and Josh Ritter.

We worked on our crawling by wearing a Very Cute Watermelon suit, courtesy of Grandma V *.

We had a cool bath.

And then we ...

Oh no. Wait. That's about all we did.

And it was glorious. Summer days with Tiger are extra-especially lovely.

But, sadly, while it was a wondrous day for me and Tiger, people in the south of our beautiful state were suffering. Our thoughts and hopes go out to those who lost homes and businesses and to those who are still fighting horrible fires. Our hearts ache for the animals who were injured and died in the blazes.

Sadly, Summer can have an ugly side. Which is why small moments of bliss with those you love are so gosh-darn important. Life is fragile.

Beautiful moments in a sunbeam are what it's worth living and fighting and persevering for.

~ Love, Miss Cackle x

* Ahem. Please see below for All Of The Cute.