Changing colors, dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes: do these mainstays of Fall fill your heart with warmth — or with dread?
They don’t fill my heart with anything, actually, partly because it’s not autumn (alleluia!), and partly because even if it were, I wouldn’t be up to my knees in golden leaves, or to dolly’s wax in pumpkin spice lattes.
The lack of leaves comes from living in a temperate coastal zone, where leaves tend to go green-dead-splat with no lingering farewell aria. The pumpkin spice lattes – probably a bit sophisticated for a bunch of bogans like us, wouldn’t you say? Shrimps on the barbie, y’know? Except that we call them prawns, and they changed it so you’d understand what we were talking about. And I’ve never had a barbecued one in my life, as it happens: buy them cooked, eat with brown bread & butter and a dash of pepper. Yay!
Anyway, as I said in the beginning, it’s not autumn here at all, but wonderful, fabulous, glorious, magical Spring! And whatever nasties the weatherman might pluck from his box of tricks for tomorrow, we know we’re over the hump and cruising down the road into summer. Not that spring has come in with a blaze of glory, either. It’s subtle here, is spring: no shy snowdrops or fields of golden daffodils, I’m sorry to say, but that’s the price you pay for living within a stone’s throw of the sea, where gentle awakenings are likely to be met with a blast of salt air and admonishments to hurry it up before it gets too hot.
Which is fine with me. The frangipanis are shooting, the lorikeets are busy in the bottlebrush, and I’m willing to forego the snowdrops and the pumpkin spice lattes if I can keep the surf.