Australian Summertime, to me, is defined by fruit. Magnificent mangoes. Cheerful cherries. Perfectly plump peaches. Luscious lychees. Creamy, creamy avocadoes. Run-down-your-elbows juicy oranges.

When I was a kid, my Grandma used to send us a box of mangoes every Christmas. She lived in [rss-cut]Mount Isa in north-west Queensland and was blessed with a giant mango tree in her yard. So each December a carton full of bulging, fleshy fruit would arrive at our doorstep and all summer long we’d be sucking on furry mango pips. Mum would chop up and freeze whatever was left over and mango iceblocks it would be for the rest of the holidays.

It has been a year since my Grandma passed away. I miss her. Whenever I pick up a mango to smell it’s sweet, spicy skin, I can see her smiling face and I’m taken right back to Christmases of childhood. Such happy, happy thoughts.

Wishing you all a fruitful (!) new year, with happy memories just waiting to be made.
Ingrid x

About Ingrid Schroder

A Sydney-side freelance graphic designer, photographer & yoga teacher - I find myself turning to nature for guaranteed revival from the crazy pace of city life - be it digging in my garden, capturing natural beauty through a lens, floating in the ocean, practicing yoga or out exploring this incredible planet we all call home. Follow me on twitter @Cohabitaire