It’s here! At last! The long, grey, wet Gippsland Winter is loosening it’s hold on us, the sun is peeking out from behind the clouds, warming our chilly bones and defrosting our frozen toes. We’ve had a lot of rain, followed by a lot of sunshine, it can mean only one thing: Spring. The creek is flowing freely (well, it does all year here) and the dams are filling up ready for irrigation season. Everything is green, green, green. It’s that time of year where you really have to watch how much green feed your horses and livestock are getting. Our chestnut tree is about to burst into bloom and finally – finally – we get to play outdoors on our newly mown lawns without the need for a snowsuit (and with short sleeves no less!) Take that Winter coughs and sniffles!
The first few days of this Spring weather is always the best, or of any season really. I am completely guilty of saying each and every September “oh Spring is my favourite season!”…then in March after a long dry summer “oh Autumn is my favourite season!”…and in May when we light the fire and have our first cosy night with a glass of red and a slow cooked meal “oh Winter is my favourite season!” I am nothing if not consistent though. Every. Single. Year.
Having lived in other parts of the country I am so appreciative of our distinct four seasons we experience here, like me the weather can be somewhat predictable: September will bring the sunshine, the nights will still be cool though and often windy days and still a lot of rain. Rain and sunshine, that’s for sure. Grand Final weekend and the Spring Racing Carnival can be either pouring rain or brilliant sunshine. One or the other. Spring and Autumn are such seasons of preparation for the extremes ahead – we prepare for the fire season ahead, for irrigating our potato crops, for hot days down at the dam, for tomatoes galore, for beers in the backyard. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves though, apparently there’s a cool change coming tomorrow (of course there is). But for the briefest of moments we can dream of the days getting longer, the soil getting warmer and flinging open the windows of this old farmhouse to let some fresh air do my Spring cleaning for me.
Do you have a favourite season?
Preparing for much this Spring?
Got four seasons in your neck of the woods?