The air is warm, everything smells like flowers and I spent the morning carrying my coat around because it was too hot to wear.
I’m calling it. It’s the start of Spring!
I’m unbelievably excited about what the change in weather and all the good things that are coming!
Magnolias, trees and terrace houses in Newtown this morning.
It’s a cold rainy Sunday morning, the first Sunday of winter. Debussy is playing on the stereo, there is a massaman curry in the slow cooker, I have a cup of hot tea and I am finally getting on top of my notes from class this semester. This morning is much better than I thought it would be!
People from the Northern Hemisphere have tried to describe to me the awesomeness of Christmas in winter, when the daylight fades early and it’s freezing and the Christmas lights look so beautiful. Of course, in Sydney, it doesn’t go like that at all. You have to wait until late in the evening for it to be dark enough to see Christmas light properly, and then everyone is out on the streets eating icecream and walking around in shorts, skirts and t-shirts.
Maybe the Vivid Festival is the closest Sydney gets to that Northern Hemisphere Christmas light experience. I mean, there’s nothing related to Christmas in it at all, but for a couple of weeks in winter, the shoreline around Sydney Harbour is scattered with beautiful light sculptures and iconic buildings are lit up with artistic light images and animation. It’s dark by 6pm. We all put on our coats and hats and wander around in the crisp, coastal winter air, faces illuminated by beautiful lights – warm yellow lights, garish neon lights, dainty fairy lights, bold tubes of light.
We got to go out twice this year – once with friends on the night the lights were turned on and once to attend the Planetarium concert at the Opera House. Both nights were AMAZING.
Pictures and video under the cut
Something happened to the air. The skin on my legs feels frozen.
Definitely wearing stockings tomorrow.
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The rain over the last few weeks has caused flooding everywhere! Dad has been working heaps of extra hours with SES. Flash flooding in Sydney innundated my friends’ home in Ashfield (of all places). Fiona was stranded in Sydney when Forbes was cut into several different pieces by overflowing rivers (actually I was a tiny bit excited about that one – I’m not complaining about a bonus weekend with Fi!).
Yesterday Matt and I went for a walk to inspect the Cooks River. It had risen up and over its banks by something like a metre in the height of the flooding near where we live. As one of Australia’s most polluted water bodies it had left piles and piles of rubbish up right up into the streets and left a disgusting oily black film covering all the grass and pavement. Gross.
I’m just adding my voice to the thousands of other complaining people along the South East coast of Australia: one week into summer and the weather has been freezing the whole time.
Come on sun! Come out and stay out!
A little taste of October at St John’s Ashfield: