I love the distinct smell of every season. Sometimes I step out onto the patio just to smell the morning. Today the crisp smell of spring is in the air: melting snow, wet pavement, old soggy vegetation and a hint of the new growth beneath it. The morning air is still cold, for now. As the days get longer these smells will give way to that of morning dew and hot grass baking in the summer sun.
For now these smells fill me with excitement. Spring holds potential, and like the early morning of a new day, I am alive with thoughts of what the future may bring.
It is amazing how much life can be found beneath winter’s barren front. As I walked through the forest today a chorus of songbirds and the gentle trickle of the melting river comforted me. Several woodpeckers knocked in the distance; I wish I had binoculars so I could have looked for them.
Winter has a solemn way of appearing still and silent when seen through a window, but doesn’t everything lose its vigour when viewed through glass? Once you finally venture outside, you discover how much life is bustling amidst the frozen world.
I said goodbye to spring for the second time this year. December 1st marks the first day of summer in Australia. As the hotter days settle in I think of how privileged I am to have witnessed the array of colours that define the season of growth in Australia.
The pale purple of the jacaranda tree is something out of an elven forest. The weeks that these flowers bloomed made me believe I was in a fantasy wonderland.Read More »