But it's not cos of the mangoes. They're the conundrum. What good comes along at a grisly time like this? - Mangoes.

They're amazing. In the hardest, least friendly of seasons, a tree creates a soft, sweet, delicious treat.

And to think they can be different. Not just one kind. Not what our WA friends call the 'common mango'. Ho hum. But Calypsos and ready to eats and Kensington Prides. Colours, fragrances, delicate to strong tastes.

We were worried this year. Our friends with trees had all gone. We'd taken great joy in the fact that we hadn't had to purchase any for a few years. Some returning friends to the rescue though - we'll be supplied. And we'll have a mass 'cheeking' time as we slice and ziploc them to last us as far into the next year as we can.

At a time when you might feel least like company and least like venturing outdoors - somebody has to pick them. The trees sagging with fruit encourage sharing.

Mangoes might just counter the madness, the grumpiness of heat and end of year. Smoothies, salads, breakfast condiments, or just slurping the flesh right off the skin - there's joy there.

If you stop to think about it - in this season of heat and madness, mangoes are a gift.

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