The Golden Season

Here in the southern hemisphere, we are entering spring, not autumn but I have to admit that I find it hard to choose which is my favourite of the two. I love seeing spring bulbs, blossoms and the return of birds to my garden but autumn is a special time too.

When I was a small child in England autumn was the time that we went to collect acorns or horse chestnuts. I don’t recall if I ever played conkers but I am sure that I saw children playing it at school. Mum showed me sycamore tree seeds and the way they fell to the ground. I liked it when the leaves fell and they felt crunchy beneath my feet.

In South Australia where I lived for many years, I didn’t see such a lot of deciduous trees. as the climate there has become hotter and drier over the past few decades it seemed as if Adelaide no longer had proper autumn weather.

One of the things I love about Tasmania is that there are four distinct seasons and once again I can enjoy seeing the trees change from green to yellow and gold and feel crunchy leaves under my feet.

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