Spring Time In Australia -

Maggie smiled, scratching Blue behind the ears. “So do I, love. So do I.”

“I like the sprint,” Lila said.

“Nanna, there are bees everywhere!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide. spring time in australia

She was right. As quickly as it came, the storm passed. The sun re-emerged, setting the wet, shattered gum leaves on fire with diamond light. They went outside to find a double rainbow arcing over the barn, and the sweet, petrichor smell of rain on baked earth. Maggie smiled, scratching Blue behind the ears

“That’s a good thing, love,” Maggie laughed. “Without them, no apples. No plums. No honey on your toast.” “Nanna, there are bees everywhere

“That’s the smell of new things,” Maggie said. “In Australia, we don’t get a gentle spring. We get a sprint. Everything has to happen fast—the flowers, the storms, the baby animals. Because summer is just around the corner, and it’s a beast. So we enjoy this while we can.”

But spring in Australia also has a temper. One afternoon, the air went still. The cockatoos fell silent, then screamed and flew in a panicked white cloud towards the mountains. The sky turned the colour of a bad bruise. A southerly buster roared up from the Snowy Mountains, bringing a hailstorm that sounded like someone was throwing handfuls of gravel at the corrugated iron roof. Lila hid under the kitchen table, but Maggie just poured herself another tea.