As we drift further
into March, autumn in the southern hemisphere, when the days are getting
shorter and the mornings darker, I can't help but feel a LOT ripped off
about the no show of summer in Sydney. Actually, I think if you ask
most of Australia about summer, they feel somewhat robbed as well
(except Perth, but it's always been a bit odd and done its own thing
anyway).
It
feels like it has been raining for ever, and while that is an
exaggeration, of sorts, I know the meteorologists will back me up all
the way! In late February we had more rain in a week than in a decade! A
decade! And in December in one week we only had 45 minutes of sun (oh I
remember it well, it was late one Sunday afternoon and you could hear
the collective cheer go up through out Sydney before we realised the sun
was only teasing and it disappeared as quickly as it poked its way
through the clouds!).
I
tried to remain upbeat - rain is better than raging fires that have
become somewhat synonymous in Australia over the years (that have caused
catastrophes of major magnitude, so I do not say this lightly). And
yet, very slowly, that upbeat feeling ebbed away..
So
as autumn descends on us, I shall try to delight in the leaves changing
colour, being able to dust off my gorgeous boots I purchased in New
York in late 2011 (and here's a surprise, it rained for most of the time
we were there!), Sundays spent in the beer garden with good friends,
clinging to any rays of sunshine as the days get cooler and the reintroduction of "stodgy" food as we prepare for winter.
And I shall try to do it with a smile. All the while putting out a silent prayer for a better summer next year..
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