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.
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