My little world is changing. Days are longer and lighter. Although still cold and sometimes wet, every now and then we have a warmer day, full of promise of things to come. Some blossoms are arriving, magnolias are flowering and today I saw some jasmine in bloom. A new café opened in our street. Pre-Spring is here.
I often think about our poorly named 4 seasons. And this week a friend spoke about her troubles with our Australian seasons, so inextricably linked to the European sense of weather. Our aboriginal forefathers had many seasons, in India there are between 1 and 6 seasons depending on the region, Hawaii has many as well and people who live close to nature and the land know that 4 seasons do not adequately describe our beautiful and changing weather patterns. I even know a group of people in a part of the world who celebrate only 3 seasons. They laughingly call them A Little Wet, Wet, and Very Wet. In Tamil Nadu, I am told, the seasons are Hot, Hotter and Hottest.
I would love to think that we have 8 distinct seasons in this part of Australia. How many do you have? To my way of thinking, we have:
* Early Summer
* Late Summer
* Early Winter
Ah yes, such a secret that nature has held close to her chest, and here in Australia, after 250’ish years of white settlement, we are only just beginning to let go of our European seasonal rules to recognise the rich diversity that our weather brings us.