We wonder how native Australasian people feel about the changing seasons … for us, when the days get short and cold, the leaves fall, the snow flies, we think of Christmas. But Christmas here is when you can finally swim in the ocean without a wetsuit, when it’s light till almost 10, and so on. Does the thrill translate, or does the magic of Christmas rely somehow on the whole winter solstice idea?
The winter garden building
Means jackets at the beach and early-blooming trees.
On the way to work the other morning. The part of the day where you can be comfortable in shorts is getting really limited now.
A cottonwood tree, or something like one, is close enough to a white Christmas for us this year.
We don’t have snow in Auckland, but a big thunderstorm the other day did put hail on the bishop’s house.