Monday, September 20, 2010
It's spring! My favourite time of year (narrowly beating autumn). Two weeks ago I took my nieces to the Botanic Gardens, which are currently radiant. We danced around the band rotunda singing songs from Mary Poppins, made daisy chains, and skipped around the masses of daffodils. I go a little silly in springtime.
It reminds me of getting back from the UK last year. I wasn't all that eager to return, but once I was here again - at the beginning of October at the last gasp of spring - I fell in love with my hometown once again. I remember walking down the road to my sister's house smelling all the flowers and the cleanness, and, as ridiculously idyllic as this sounds, listening to birds chirruping in the trees, feasting themselves silly. There was a slightly overwhelming brightness to everything. Europe can be quite dim, even in sunlight, but the sunlight here is so raw and cheerful. (It's probably because we have a depleted ozone layer, and therefore have to be very careful to sunblock-up. Still, it's very pleasant.)
I love the turning of the seasons. Constant change, rediscovering the familiar.