1995-7 Summer
Dappled sun falls across our outdoor table in Box Hill, between the lemon tree and the camelia bushes that line the back fence (Maybe it's another shrub) . It's evening, the sun is beginning to set and we're having a dinner of bbq and salad. There's a cool breeze. Am I wearing my overalls, the ones with shorts? Mums to my left, I think my sister is to my right and Dad opposite. The table is green, its top painted wooden slats about an inch wide, with an umbrella hole in the middle. The legs are wrought iron, bent into curls where it joins the top, and at the feet. Dad kept it pretty well painted.
