I went for a walk at lunchtime and saw my first blossom tree ...
Spring is nudging it's way in.
Although, I've had a sneaky extra spring this year, in April, while away on our US trip. Whenever I wear the perfume I bought while in New York, it brings spring (and NY!) wafting back to me.
It seems like there has been a subtle shift in the seasons, even though it's sooo cold at the moment. Tonight while driving home I felt like I had a sense of us swinging out of winter. There was a different feel to the air somehow.
But sitting here tonight, my mouse hand feels icy, and the air in the house feels colder. Anyone who knows Sydney will know that we generally don't heat our houses with central heating, instead relying on space heaters. I have a lovely restored (fake) coal fire in the old cast iron hearth (my feet are toasty, even as I type)
Other rooms need a heater to take off the ever prevalent chill that creeps into these old semi's, especially when you have floorboards all the way through the house and no ceiling insulation. In summer the house generally stays nice and cool if you keep it closed up, unless we have a string of really hot days when it will then heat up and stay that way. We also don't have air con, relying on wonderful ceiling and floor fans and a breezeway effect down our long hall.
But summer seems such a long way away right now, although not so much when I catch up with all the summery posts out there in blogsville, from the northern hemisphere. I read a lovely one today, over at Fresh milk delivered daily. So simple and evocative.
Tomorrow, it's forecast to be 15 - that's pretty cold for us! But as long as it's sunny and blue like it was today, it's not too bad at all.
