I had forgotten how much I love cherries. I forget every year. The first ones are invariably disappointing, this year small and soft without much flavour. But this week, this week there have been some extraordinary cherries. Early in the week some very deep red, tangy cherries from the local greengrocer, who are very patchy on the quality of their fruit I find. But they also have the best tomatoes at the moment, thin skinned Adelaide tomatoes. Rouge de Marmande, I think. Soft, low acid and full of sweet, sunshiney flavour. The other fabulous cherries have come from the big green grocer down on Sydney road, whose fruit I also find a little patchy. They don't have the Adelaide tomatoes so far this year. But their cherries have been the best. Big fat, red orbs. They don't last. So it was back to the local green grocer who had another batch. Paler than last time, but sensational tasting. So I'm starting my summer fruit rounds. For cherries and peaches (when they come in) l will travel. There may even be a trip across the valley to this other little fruit shop I know in a neighboring suburb. And maybe to the market. I'm starting to think of the Christmas box. There's also someone else in my house who really likes cherries. Apart from G, that is.
We also had an unfortunate incident at playgroup yesterday, where Grace may have bitten another toddler. Oh the horror. Luckily the other mother was OK about it, well as OK as you can be when your child has just been bitten. And Grace was searching out drawers, cupboards and other items forbidden to children at a frightening rate. She's certainly not shy about being curious. So playgroup was not relaxing, as I had to be constantly on her case.
So it was timely to have this particular mother's group. Even though our situations are different, we're all feeling similar sorts pressure and similar fears. But each family has made very conscious choices about keeping our children at home or with family for the first few years. I felt so much better after the little chat. I know we're pretty lucky because we have fantastic family support and a lifestyle that can be adapted so that Grace is with one of us or with my mum. And that not everyone has that option, or feels happy with that sort of lifestyle, so it's important to be able to be positive about good quality childcare. But it should go the other way too. And it won't be all that long before there's kindy and school and all sorts of structure. So I'm going to be resolute and revel in a summer or two of messy play and fruit running down our faces.