As a season, spring distracts me more than any other. In winter, it's perfect to sit inside all warm and cosy in front of the computer. In summer, same deal but with air-conditioning. Our autumns come with dust and wind; but spring brings green and sunshine and a sense of regeneration. A perfect fertile time for the imagination, for story-building, for thoughts of romance: all true. But it takes mighty willpower to spend these perfect days at a computer, lost in someone else's world when this one -- the real world -- is at its best.
In spring I'm drawn to walk, to garden, to do anything that is an excuse to be outdoors. There is also the distraction of spring sport events. Our football finals for example, both Australian Football and rugby league, take place late in September. See what I mean?
Then there is the horse-racing. Have I mentioned that I am a complete fangirl of beautiful glossy athletic horses? And spring brings out Australia's best, all leading up to our Melbourne Cup on the first Tuesday in November.
Spring also means birth, and although we aren't expecting any foals this year we do have plenty of lambs. We have one more than we might have done this week.
A pair of wedge-tail eagles took up residence on our property a couple of years back. Magnificent birds, but their stocks took a dive last week (much like all stocks, but that's another story) when they decided on lamb for dinner. Not a small newborn but a guy this size ====+=>>>>>
Luckily my husband noticed and rescued the poor traumatized fellow who, fingers crossed, will pull through. (Don't you love a happy ending? And a hero who is all cool and capable?)
Another spring distraction that is no fun at all is the angry buzz of cropdusting planes. They are spraying for aphids and heliothis in neighbours' canola crops, some days three of them working together. A sure way to shatter the spring ambience.
Labels: Australian life, farm, my everyday life
