GOODBYE AUTUMN...HELLO WINTER

On the first day of winter.…it tried to rain, but not very convincingly. In fact, autumn went out in rather spectacular fashion as three ripper frosts in a row gave us a foretaste of what is yet to come. Was sitting with a few friends at dinner tonight, pondering over whether the season in which you’re born has any bearing on the type of climate you prefer.

I was born in autumn and always feel most comfortable in a temperate climate, much easier to put another layer on than run out of layers to take off when you live in some icky sticky steamy hot and humid place. Not sure how I survived eight years in Queensland, but the climate is definitely one thing I do not miss.

Summer, yes that’s her name, was born in summer and loves the hot weather, hated her first winter here in Tassie last year, but is becoming acclimatised. There was one around the table who didn’t fit the theory, so who knows, could be an interesting study for someone who has nothing better to do.

So, with the delights of the changing colours and other engaging autumn discoveries behind us for another year, my hermit cave is all prepared to see out the long months of bitter cold. The wood heap is stacked, furry blanket on the couch, big pot of soup simmering, fire keeping the place warm, plenty of books to read, electric blanket on. I’m home and hosed.