I’m starting to get a bit sick of people complaining about winter.
One of the delights of living in this part of the world* is the fact that we have four distinct seasons.
I can be a tad cynical at times but that cynicism is generally directed at the activities and dishonesty of my fellow humans, but I tend to leave Nature alone.
I am genuinely surprised and delighted as each new season unfolds.
Winter has a special appeal.
To start with it is usually too cold and wet to work in the garden. Which is an absolute bonus as far as I’m concerned. My mum was an avid gardener and as much as I tried I could not catch that particular bug. I like looking at gardens and I enjoy sitting and walking in them, I just don’t enjoy working in them and these days my ancient body really lets me know it when I venture out with good intentions to make the garden look presentable. I do have to mow the lawns occasionally as the dogs are tiny and they tend to disappear into the long grass. They think it’s great fun but the Vet bills tend to push me outside to keep the grass and weeds down so that they don’t irritate their delicate skin.
Apart from not having to do anything in the garden there is the absolute delight of sitting in front of the open fire, sometimes writing, sometimes with a glass of whisky or a decent red, and sometimes just meditating. You can feel your stress and worries disappearing up the chimney; it’s brilliant.
If you have dogs in your life you will know that they love to cuddle up and in summer that can be a bit of a problem but in winter they are very welcome and as dogs temperature is a full degree higher than humans, they are like little hot water bottles. Our dogs like to sit on our feet and this is very comforting in the cold weather.
Sitting in a cafe at any time of the year is OK by me but it is special in the winter because you can sit there in the warmth and look out at the atmospheric weather. Because we have dogs we often sit outside and during the summer it can be difficult to find a seat but in winter we can have our pick and we get many compliments on our courage, although they might also think that we are a bit crazy.
I get a lot more work done in the winter.
Like many writers I can invent a thousand distractions so that I don’t have to face that blank page. The warmer weather is full of wonderful distractions but winter helps me stay put, concentrate, and get on with it.
I guess it’s a bit like eating your favourite food every day, the initial joy wears off and it becomes commonplace. That’s how it is for me with seasons. I love winter but by the time we get to the end of it I’m ready for something new and along comes spring, and so it goes. Sometimes I think that the Universe designed it that way just so that I would not get bored.
After all, the Universe does revolve around me.
Thank you Universe.
* 37.7833° S, 144.9667° E
As I post this we are coming to the end of the longest run of 30 degrees C plus weather ever recorded in Melbourne, for March. So you can understand that when I found this piece, that I wrote a few months back, I wanted to remind myself of the joys of cooler weather.
Even though we live in the Hills outside of Melbourne it does not get so cold that it snows. It makes headlines when it does, but it does get cold none the less. I live on the edge of a remnant of rainforest called Sherbrooke Forest, so it rains a lot here.
This photo is not mine but from a fellow Winter lover http://hazel-dene.blogspot.com.au/2011_07_01_archive.html
Photo credit goes to: http://www.inthemedievalmiddle.com/2011/11/its-already-tomorrow-in-australia-two.html
I have some excellent Winter photos and I promise to add them as soon as possible, in the mean time thank you to the photographers who contributed these shots.