I love, love, love Melbourne in Springtime.
The sun is shining and, for me, at the end of this long winter, it’s like Mother Nature has turned on the lights and upped the colour.
The different seasons bring me different joys. First sign of winter and rain runnelling down my windows, I clap my hands gleeful at the thought of lots of inside computer time and productive, cosy writing sessions. First breath of spring, and I’m excitedly reaching for my notebook and pen, and the joys of scrawling longhand in the garden sunshine. Outside, buoyed by the birdsong and their many varied chorus in my neighbourhood, I tend to go off on tangents. Sometimes the reward is discovering the fantastical – taking me off into corners or expanses I might not ordinarily go.
I love both writing longhand and directly onto my computer. Just on days like today, I know where I prefer to be.
All of a sudden, I’m aware Mother Nature has been very busy while I’ve been clinging close to the central heating. The cherry blossom is in full bloom, the roses are leafing up, the hydrangea, I feared lost weeks ago to soggy feet and frost, is a mass of new foliage. Soon the native pigeon mother will return to build her yearly nest beside our pergola.
Who could help but be inspired?