Mango Mamba

Is a Mamba even a dance? Oh Well I danced when I ate my mango. It smelled so good. I put all the kids to bed. And took my mango to bed with a Sudoko book and some ABC talk back for company. (Rich was out.) Oh and the ever necessary half wet-half dry tea towel. Cause you know you're going to make a big mess. I love the way the juice dribbles down my arm to my elbow. Bring on Summer. Bring on stone fruit season. I am so excited we have some baby hairy fruit growing on a tree in our backyard and when we move there were some pears growing on another tree. We have one other fruit tree that mum says is the same as her nectarine tree. YUM! YUM! I miss bananas though.