It was pitch dark when I woke at six this morning. Yes, I know, it didn’t happen overnight, but it seems to have come on fast. March is officially the beginning of autumn down here, but I’m not ready to let summer go.
But since I have to, let’s fast forward to spring. Spring’s my favourite season. The buds, the vegetable seedlings, the crazy wind and rain, the hot days followed by freezing ones – all full of promise for what’s to come in summer. (More rain, wind and soaring temps)
Truthfully, I enjoy all the seasons, would not like to live somewhere where it never got cold or hot. Cosy winter fires and hearty casseroles and soups. Autumn is easier on the body when I hit the road on my bike or walk in the hills. This summer has been harsh in our neck of the woods. Temperatures in the high thirties, no rain for three months and that had us checking our tanks every day in case the underground supply dried up. We were lucky. Then there were the fires. Again we were lucky.
But one of the things I enjoy the most is the first cup of tea of my day, sitting up in bed, curtains open and the view spread beyond the deck. And in summer we can do that from five o’clock onwards. My man and I have agreed that the day we don’t appreciate the view is the day we pack up and move to town. I think it’s a long way off.
At least I can escape to any season I like when writing my stories. At the moment I’ve writing one set in Sydney, so no change there, but the next one is part of a four book medical continuity I’m writing with Susan Wilson, Tina Beckett and Emily Forbes. It’s set in London in spring so watch out for these stories next year.
What’s your favourite season? Do you prefer the heat or the cold?