This photograph neatly sums up how our winter, our autumn and yes, even our summer has made me feel. Cold, wet, and grey, with a chance of spiky black stabbing bits getting you in, say, the eye if you're not careful, showering you with raindrops to boot as if to prove some depressing point. Victoria's lack of seasonal shift for most of 2011 - just a slow, pathetic drip toward winter from last September - seeped into my thinking, got under my skin.
One morning late in June, quite unannounced, tiny signs of spring began to emerge. One snowdrop at a time. Then last weekend arrived with glorious warmth, dry and blue-skied with temperatures to match. On Sunday, I wore a single layer and even then had to push my sleeves to my elbows. Bliss.
Was beginning to think I was losing my tiny mind.
This chart, taken from this site, makes so much sense. Of course early settlers were longing for the more defined seasons they had at home in Europe finding themselves stuck on the other side of the planet, so far from what they knew. Of course they longed for the familiar, but that we still, 200-odd years later, stick to European notions of Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter is kinda dumb. I love this chart - it explains why jonquils and snowbells show their faces earlier than the calendar months would have us believe.
Also, why I am sneezing as though it's spring...it IS spring. Pre-spring.