Living in the tropics, I miss seeing the progression of the four seasons.
We have the Wet and the Dry, hot and not so hot, but we don’t get the stately passage of Nature from sleep to waking and back again. No tender spring shoots and first pale blooms, no verdant richness of summer foliage and flowers, no golden harvest and triumphant autumn vividness, no pale winter landscapes crisscrossed by bare black branches and frost-decorated windowpanes. Instead, there is always green, the mature green of high summer.
Today, I got to enjoy autumn colour in the high country of northern New South Wales. The skies are pale, grey or blue, but big and empty. The mountains stand out dark and crisp-edged in a way you just don’t see in summer’s hazy heat, and the trees, oh, the trees! Around every corner of the road you come across leaves on the turn, in colours from deepest garnet red through crimson, scarlet, vermilion, orange, gold and lemon. It was wonderful! We were travelling up the mountain to visit some of my family and friends I left behind when I moved north.
It has been a wonderful day, but perhaps not truly interesting to anyone other than ourselves, so I thought I’d simply share a little of this beautiful colour 🙂