Thursday, 27 August 2020

Despite everything spring is coming ...

This post is most definitely not intended as a moan about lockdown - we're in rural Victoria, and while we're restricted in what we can do and cut off from the bright lights of Albury by the NSW border closure, it really isn't that bad. We have a garden, we can take pleasure from the daffodils blooming, the birds dashing about looking for nesting material, and of course we can go for walks ...

Well, except that the weather has been awful. Cold with winds that bring the hint of antarctic cold, and last weekend it rained and rained. At one point we had sleet.

Friends who live out of town on a hillside about 100m higher that where we live had a scattering of snow - but all we had was dismal cold grey rain and sleet.

I had hopes of getting into the garden this week, but by the time the rain cleared and the ground dried out a bit, it turned unseasonably cold - I say unseasonably cold - it is in fact often cold at this time of year, but for some reason it always seems a bit of a surprise - early August lulls you into thinking that the weather is warming up and then something comes howling out of Antarctica to remind you that it is still really winter.

Still, we managed a gentle walk round town one day, and despite everything the deciduous trees are beginning to bud. Hard though it seems to believe, it will soon be spring ... 

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