Wagga Wagga to Worcestershire & back again
Tomorrow marks the start of autumn in Australia, and although it’ll probably be a good few weeks until it starts feeling like autumn, I can’t wait. A huge part of my desire for milder temperatures, and hopefully, some proper rain is so I can get stuck back into some gardening again…
August has only just arrived, but I’m getting the faintest hint of spring in the air. The nights are still chilly, but the sun is sticking around longer and longer each day. Its rays now have that distinct warm weather glow about them, rather than that feeble almost pastel-like patina.
This year’s run of frosty mornings have taken their toll on our little garden and a few plants have fallen victim to the sub-zero temperatures. Others have embraced the cold and are almost ready to declare the arrival of the change in season…
In the last week it feels like autumn truly arrived in my part of Australia… even though winter is technically only a day away!
Suddenly everywhere I looked there were trees with vibrant crowns of red, yellow and orange leaves. I realised the sun was taking its time to rise in the morning and by late afternoon the day’s glow was quickly disappearing into the night sky.
I’ve waited so long for this change in season and now it’s here, I’m making the most of it before it disappears…
It’s hard to believe that this time last year I was only starting to find my feet in England. I finally knew my way around our town in Worcestershire, was starting to develop an appreciation for ales and could slip in the odd ‘British-ism’ into everyday conversation.
Last week I touched on a few aspects of Australian life that I’m thoroughly enjoying now Adam and I are back Down Under. Today, it’s all about England and what I’m missing about life on the other side of the world…
Living in the U.K. has definitely taught me about living more seasonally. That natural rhythm of change every few months is so evident, that you can’t help but adapt to it too.
In Wagga Wagga, where Adam and I lived before moved to England, there were four seasons, but autumn and spring often arrived in short bursts, breaking up the hot and cold weather. Here it’s more gradual and the seasons are given the opportunity to ‘breath’ a little more, so you get to learn the nuances of each quarter of the year…
Wattle and Ash 