35oC Spring day

Luckily there was a breeze and relatively low humidity, so quite comfortable in the shade. The clocks have gone forward one hour for Australian Eastern Daylight Time, luckily it is a public holiday tomorrow, what with the more soaring temperatures and all. Just in case you are wondering Sydney is GMT +11 hours. 


Over the last few weeks I’ve been admiring the regal colour of the flowers of the jacaranda trees.

This one is located on the upper campus of UNSW, Sydney, Australia. One of the Faculty of Medicine’s buildings provides contrast in colour and form.

Against all odds

After upsizing some of our potted plants we had a spare container which we excitedly filled with begonias. A few days of 35 to 40oC temperatures last Summer resulted in begonia devastation. From the cataclysm a sole survivor popped up in Spring this year, this is its first bloom.

Spring in the Northern Hemisphere

After living in the Southern Hemisphere for the last fifteen years I thought I had connected the months of the year with the feeling of the seasons. I have immersed myself in the Australian way of life and pushed thoughts of the Northern Hemisphere to the back of my mind.

Six months into becoming involved with the blogging community and spending time online has brought home to me the contrast between the two hemispheres. It is so refreshing to read about the excitement around the start of Spring in the north. An unusually warm March in Sydney and Autumn flowers have lulled me into thinking it is Spring here too, what a shock I will get when Winter starts 🙂

I took the above photo late in the afternoon with my mobile phone in a local park. I like the colours and textures against the blue sky.

Spring, through the window

Spring, through the window

Spring, through the window

One of my favourite spots to sit and contemplate the World is at the kitchen table looking South. The view is by no means unencumbered. The lower half of the sash window is at the perfect level to gaze over the boundary fence toward a federation house. While I find the style of house aesthetically pleasing, it is typical for the suburb. In the warmer weather the occupants enjoy a smoke on the front porch. The height of the weathered timber, boundary fence has its benefits; I can’t see passersby or vehicles using the relatively quiet street.

A clue to the time of the year takes the form of the bloated trunk and branches of a frangipani tree standing within the boundary of the house across the road. For a couple of months it had stood bare, a skeleton of its potential glory. The Spring Equinox was on the 23rd September, since then the tree’s small, shiny, elongated buds have been replaced by a scattering of vibrant, olive green, surfboard shaped leaves.

By looking up slightly I can see the sky above the house. An electricity carrying cable sheathed in a yellow and black, diagonal striped cover is the only obstruction to a clear view of the sky. It reminds me that although Australia is considered a developed country, underground power cables are mostly a thing of tomorrow.

Where do you like to sit? What can you see?