Five absolutely glorious days of perfect weather deserve a post of their own I think. Crisp nights, clear days, daily highs around 75 degrees F, not a cloud in the sky, and nothing to regret except the increasing signs that although it feels like summer, winter is on its way. I did wonder about the term "Indian summer," and whether it is used down under, but I have heard it in conversation at least twice, so I feel moderately safe in applying it to this past week.
The sunshine has inspired me to get the camera back out for daily walks and drives around our suburb. Some of the colors are the ones I associate with autumn, but there are other flowering trees and bushes that seem somewhat out of place. Our azaleas bloomed a second time, for example, and there are many other blossoms I would have associated with spring. Not that I am complaining of course. I think it would be difficult to live here for many years without picking up the gardening bug.
According to the weather report, tomorrow will bring a change for the worse. For several weeks now we have been hearing that "this could well be the last nice day for a long time," a prediction usually accompanied by a sigh and a slight shake of the head. Fortunately this has not been the case, and instead we have enjoyed what may well be our most beautiful week in Australia thus far.
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