I'm not sure whether State of Origin fever has caused it, but there's been a whole lot of footballing going on around here. Late afternoons when the jobs are done, dogs and pigs and chooks and weaners and bulls fed, milkers' calves put away, scraps emptied and eggs collected, footballs are gathered and we head to the front lawn.
The golden rays of a Winter sun low in the western sky, the ever-so-slight chill of a tropical Winter evening in the air, all add to the enjoyment.
Knee-high socks seem mandatory,
though why, we're not quite sure.
Teenage girls may or may not play. Depending on fancy.
Boy children, in desperate need of hair-trimming,
Pretty, blonde Hawaiian-dancing girls with Straight A report cards do as they please.
While the boy-child shows that Western dance isn't his only field. New age modern vogue also part of his repertoire.
And perhaps when the clippers come out, we'll give the background shrubbery a short-back and sides as well.