Its the start of the Australian winter today and as if not wanting to disappoint us "seasonalists," the clouds have rolled in and covered the antipodean blue which so often graces these skies, snow has come down in parts of Victoria, and I have reluctantly put on a top as the wind is chilly for a change.
It is still quite hard to get my head around thinking of the 1st of June as winter and I wonder if this will ever change.Two years into my Australian adventure I am still surprised to go to the shops in June and find strawberries but also the freshest tangerines. Pumpkins and butternuts are being rolled out and the web is chocker with winter warmers.
Yesterday it was warm, probably about 26C and half the street wandered off down the Ithaca creek to explore the new farmers market that is being set up every Sunday right next to the Broncos club. This, for those unfamiliar with Brisbane Geography is a stones throw from where I live and so there was great excitement about what we would find. Babies, glorious, cherubic, a melting pot of ethnic backgrounds making for the most angelic faces, a generation of beauty ahead.My boys would have been a little irritated as I took in every one of those faces, smiled at the mums and conversed with the olive man, told him he had eyes just like his mother, only to find they were not related. Dogs, short, long, fat, massive but rarely mean, being showered with attention by the toddlers and those pet-deprived families. Young people everywhere, young families with some hip grandmothers in tow, a status to which I aspire.
The market a profusion of fresh cut flowers, fruit and veg, holistic treatments, juices and jumpers. Enough eateries to fill any stomach and we opted for a few coffees and some gozlemes while listening to a lovely ceilidh band. Could not really think of a better way to say bye to autumn.