One thing that still messes with my mind as someone who’s moved from the UK to Australia…. seasons.
Having them reversed, and therefore associated completely differently to the labels we apply to calendar months still throws me into the occasional confusion.
It just isn’t winter in August! (In my mind at least).
And this view of Musgrave Park on my walk home from parkrun this morning did not help with the confusion, even if it did add a massive grin to my face.
It’s winter here…heading into spring. Yet this scene of trees surrounded by their dropped and browned leaves is straight out of my Autumn memories bank.
And actually, I think I really liked a UK like Autumn. Those random sun lit days with a bit of cold in the air, the changing scenery as the plants and trees starting preparing themselves for winter. The simple joy of stomping/ kicking/ walking/ running through piles of leaves.
My fault for taking a picture at night as I’d forgotten to do it earlier in the day.
I wanted to show the lovely patterns on the limbs of this tree that has lost all it’s bark (assuming it had some in the first place!). There are loads of trees like it. And bizarrely I haven’t stroked one yet to see if it’s as soft and smooth as it looks…..something to add to the to-do list.