Anne here, wishing everyone the fruits of the festive season. In my case I'm being literal, having just picked a pile of peaches from a tree in the garden of a friend of mine. She texted to say she and her family were away on holidays and the peach tree was laden and to please help myself.
The tree surely was laden — when I got there the ground was scattered with fallen peaches, I picked a pile, and there's still heaps on the tree. So for the next day or so I'll be making peach jam, and possibly some chutney and maybe even brandied peaches if I can find a good recipe. And in between I'm eating fresh peaches. There's nothing like eating peaches sun-warmed and juicy, straight off the tree.
But that's not what I planned to blog about today. We're still in our Wenchly Christmastide period, so I thought I'd talk about the Australian Christmas tradition of Carols By Candlelight. It's a kind of mass evening picnic, where people gather, with food and kids and candles, and sing carols. Christmas being in summer here, the weather is usually warm and balmy, so being outside at night is generally a treat, not a chilly ordeal. (The photo below was taken last week by my friend Carol.)