We rugged up, put our boots on and set off down the hill.
She and I.
We carried a bucket we had high hopes of filling.
We tried to identify the different animal poo we came across on the way.
She liked to use a stick to flick the poo off the path.
I preferred to step over it.
She played sword fights with sticks and hanging vines.
She made funny karate noises.
She always won.
We found our purple plummed trees.
The fruit was not always ripe but we picked it anyway because the birds were enjoying it too.
She loved to chuck the bird eaten plums as far as she could.
She picked the low fruit and I picked the high.
She liked me to pass her my plums so she could put them in the bucket herself.
When she had finished picking the plums she could reach, she pointed the tippy toe ones out to me.
We danced from tree to tree and filled our bucket.
We walked up the hill home.
I carried the bucket and she carried a branch with some plums on it.
She called it her magic wand.
She turned me into a frog and a princess and a baby and a dinosaur.
At home, in the kitchen together, we cut up some plums.
We weighed out 800grams.
And we made this cake.
It is delicious.
The perfect mix of sweet and sour.
We believe that if you use great ingredients and bake with love, that sweet treats are good.
That a piece of cake can rival a friend's packet of branded chips in a lunch box.
That a piece of cake can fill a tired school afternoon with love and comfort.
That a slice with tea after lunch, can make the farmer boys' afternoon all the more sweet.
That the girl and the mama will feel proud every time someone has a piece of their cake and tells them how good it is.
That the mama who is struggling with being a school mama, will feel like she did something good.
Sweet Wednesday to you.