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It is spring time, with the days getting warmer and longer.
But this is a strange month for me. Our daughters were born in September, so memories and my northern hemisphere brain will always associate the month with autumn. Even after three and a half years, it is the changing seasons that trip me up. Springtime should mean Easter not preparing for Christmas.
We’ve enjoyed walks along the beach and cliffs, a visit to the botanical gardens and seeing spring flowers and the sun shining on our city parks. I’ve been able to sit out on our balcony with a cuppa, after work.
The RAAF Roulettes flew over the cenotaph to commemorate the anniversary of the Battle of Britain.
Other bloggers have posted about their month on Su’s Changing Seasons page.
RuthsArc 
Beautiful photos Ruth. I love this time of year
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Thanks Miriam. I love the contrasts of spring and autumn.
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I like that expression ‘Northern Hemisphere brain’. I too would have difficulty associating September with spring and Christmas with summer – although I would love to try it one year 🙂
It is nice however to see spring blossoming in your world while we are sliding in autumn here. I enjoy the contrast.
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I’m liking that expression too.My son was born in England in February and it’s really strange to me that we celebrate his birthday with bbqs and outdoor parties when I remember being in labour and watching snow falling outside the labour-room window.
My mum never really adapted to summertime Christmas (especially the need for lighter food), and I must admit, I enjoyed that season much more while we lived in England and all the traditions we’re used to actually made sense.
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Weird isn’t it? My first son was born in South Africa in the intense heat of early February and my daughter in late November. When we moved back to England it was very strange to celebrate their birthdays in the snow! I never quite adapted to Christmas in summer, though I was grateful not to have to cook turkey!
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It seems more noticeable on the big family days, birthdays and christmas. I guess we have more memories of those special days, weather included.
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When my parents told me we were emigrating to NZ, I basically said “no thanks.” I was about five at the time. They bribed me with” Christmas on the beach” — which as you can imagine was a pretty good offer. Sadly, it never eventuated. My mother hates the beach even more than she hated Christmas 🙂
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I don’t think we ever had Christmas actually ON the beach.
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Understandble really. It would involve a lot of faffing around. But it’s what the parents offered, and I got a lot of bratty kid mileage out of reminding them of the broken promise.
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Haha… I bet you did!
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Thanks for this comment conversation. It has made me smile 🙂
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outside though? sunshine and hot weather!
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Oh, yes. Often went to rellies in the Eastern Cape and had cold turkey and ham and loads of salads too. Used to get very hot inland. No beach there though 🙂
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Oh dear. I do love christmas on the beach, seafood on the bbq, salads, fresh fruit. I’m very happy to make our christmas now, totally different to our winter ones.
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I totally embrace summertime Christmas events. Our family traditions have changed a lot in the last couple of years with the passing of older family members and our son leaving home. But the key theme we manage to hold on to is “relax.”
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I imagine it would be hard for people like you who are transplanted.
Come February though, I would be appreciating a bit of Kiwi weather 🙂
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It was particularly hard on the Big T whose birthday is in March, which is the height of watermelon season in NZ. He pined for it in England and believe me I tried to find some; even looking in Harrods food hall
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Ha ha, that must have been a challenge!
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It was! I guess it’s what you were saying about difference being more noticeable on “event” days. I was trying to give him the birthdays he remembered and loved.
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Oh, so different seasons for you too, for family birthdays. It is a strange sensation. So much of our christmas traditions as related to winter.
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Yes. My mother in law used to make fake snow to put on her Christmas tree, and always had Christmas pud. But of course by the time we’d had the rest of the Xmas dinner, no-one wants to eat hot, heavy pudding in the middle of summer.
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It’s one of the joys of blogging, to see contrasts from around the world.
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I am still envious of the view from your apartment.
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We still love it!
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I am not at all surprised.
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