Well it’s Winter in the southern hemisphere. Outside the rain is pouring. Pounding against the side of the house and rattling the roof. Gutters are being filled with rain and some gutters are so full that the water has no where else to go but make its way through cracks and into the house, which is what has happened at my parent’s house. Winter’s a trying time of the year. I’m not too fond of being cold and wet and working with stiff hands and a frozen nose.
Luckily in Melbourne, winter doesn’t stop the gardeners and landscapers. Only sometimes like today, are gardeners and landscapers at home mulling about, fixing tools or catching up on invoices and quotes. Only the willing and the most keen are working outside, plucking weeds, trimming hedges, laying blocks or unblocking drains. In the process, they’re getting wet, feeling bad, the job doesn’t look good and they’re angry, sore and emotionally drained, from the rain and cold knocking them about.
These days Winter is different. Gone are the super cold days we use to know in Melbourne. It’s not as harsh as I remembered it, climate change? Probably not, more likely just a cycle. Occasionally, we get a heavy down-pore of rain, which does more harm than good. But other than that, Winter is not Winter any more. It’s more like a colder version of Autumn or Spring. Two seasons that I like a lot more. But alas, Winter is good for something. Staying indoors by a warm fire. Or reading a book by the warmth of the heater. Or having a nice fluffy animal on your lap. That’s what Winter is good for.
Bring on Summer I say. It’s my favourite season. I was born in February, probably on a day over 30 degrees. That’s what I love. And that’s what I need right now. I will have to wait a few months till I’m overseas in Europe for summer. Then I will only wait one month or two and Summer will be on my doorstep. Winter in all its coldness will be just a memory, until the cycle, starts all over again.