Fruit

Our middle child would never eat fruit when she was little. I blame myself to some extent, as she nearly choked on a piece of apple as a baby and that tended to make me a tad anxious. I am pleased to report that she has mended her ways and indeed her own three children devour fruit as if it were chocolate.

This bowl of luscious fresh summer fruit came about during the last of our Brisbane grandchildren's postponed sleepover a little over a week ago.   The event was put on hold during the floods, but we eventually made good on our promise.

Of course, there was a last-minute change of plans as our much anticipated trip to the Gallery of Modern Art went down the gurgler so to speak, as the riverside gallery was still cleaning up after the flood.  Little Miss Redhead's cousin had had such fun there and as they are only 16 days apart in age, we knew it would have been an experience she wouldn't forget.  We will get her there eventually.  We consoled her with Tangled, which she loved.

On the way home we popped into the supermarket to pick up some goodies for dinner the following evening, when the rest of the family was due to arrive.  We were begged to buy the peaches, blueberries and strawberries which at this time of the year are at their peak.

Baby sister's eyes lit up when dessert came around.

Middle sister was suitably impressed with her dessert, once all that nasty fruit was removed from the cake and ice cream.

We Fudges appear to be on a fruit theme this week, with The Artist exhibiting this piece of fruit at an exhibition in Melbourne.
 

And this reversible dress is hot off the machine and up in my Etsy shop.

Fruit ... what's not to love?