Signs of the times
I have been wanting to post here for awhile but the only things that have been piqued my interest have been thoughts I don't want to share with the wider world and thoughts about the weather. Generally weather is a boring topic. Then I remembered that a stack of Livejournal-reading friends seem to be obessed with the weather!
Things are getting colder but it's not just the temperature that has alerted me to the end of summer. Here are some signs of the times:
- Daylight savings is over and the sun is setting on the way home from work.
- Daylight savings is over and now I won't be able to see the colours in my church's stained glass windows until next summer.
- Our lemon tree (and everyone else's) is bearing fruit.
- Forgetting my cardigan and scarf on my way to work is now a tragedy of epic proportions.
- It's netball season.
- Apples are at their cheapest.
- I'm considering unpacking the heater and we have our doona on our bed again.
- I've made my first chocolate self-saucing pudding of the year.
- The first Easter Show patrons caught the train to Lidcombe with me this morning.
- Harris Park locals are harvesting olives from the trees on the nature strips.
- I find myself subconciously searching for nice foliage to decorate easter eggs with.
- All my teacher friends are on 'holidays'.
And what do all these things mean? It's autumn, of course! It's time to read Persuasion again, of course!
Olives ripe for harvest on a Harris Park nature strip.
On my lunch breaks, I sometimes catch residents out on ladders, beating olives out of the trees and catching them on outstretched bedsheets. I wish suburban farming wasn't so novel!
Things are getting colder but it's not just the temperature that has alerted me to the end of summer. Here are some signs of the times:
- Daylight savings is over and the sun is setting on the way home from work.
- Daylight savings is over and now I won't be able to see the colours in my church's stained glass windows until next summer.
- Our lemon tree (and everyone else's) is bearing fruit.
- Forgetting my cardigan and scarf on my way to work is now a tragedy of epic proportions.
- It's netball season.
- Apples are at their cheapest.
- I'm considering unpacking the heater and we have our doona on our bed again.
- I've made my first chocolate self-saucing pudding of the year.
- The first Easter Show patrons caught the train to Lidcombe with me this morning.
- Harris Park locals are harvesting olives from the trees on the nature strips.
- I find myself subconciously searching for nice foliage to decorate easter eggs with.
- All my teacher friends are on 'holidays'.
And what do all these things mean? It's autumn, of course! It's time to read Persuasion again, of course!
Olives ripe for harvest on a Harris Park nature strip.
On my lunch breaks, I sometimes catch residents out on ladders, beating olives out of the trees and catching them on outstretched bedsheets. I wish suburban farming wasn't so novel!