Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come.

So here we are, springtime in Tasmania again. Spring has truly sprung folks. The lambs are out and frolicking. The cockatoos are boisterous of a morning. The magpies are swooping the early morning dog walkers. The lads on the bus are nervously switching off their i-pods and trying to talk to the girls. The wallabies have turned feral and have taken to attacking poorly monikered children. Footballers whose teams have missed the finals are turning up somewhat under the weather in nightdresses with foolishly large phalluses attached to them.

Ahh Spring! Glorious Spring! It’s a fine time of year to be alive.

Comments

nobu said…

Oh, spring has come to your country.
autumn is approching here in Japan.

6 September 2008 at 11:50

Anonymous said…

Here in Scotland we are still dreaming of having an Indian summer this year, given that the Scottish summer decided to have a year off this year (just like it did last year, come to think about it). All over the place, we're whingeing about the weather to anyone who's listening. It must be spring/summer/autumn/winter*.

*delete as applicable.

6 September 2008 at 17:37

KL said…

I have been visiting your blog for a while. You have a beautiful blog and more beautiful children.

In the US, we are getting ready for winters. Soon and suddenly it will come.

I have a great wish to visit Australia during December and see how it feels like to experience a summer-Christmas :-)

6 September 2008 at 22:16

Oleanderman said…

Beautiful picture, excellent story!

7 September 2008 at 02:33

Isadora said…

Oh! I do know it is so, but it FEELS so odd as fall is about to overtake us. :)

8 September 2008 at 14:07

Kris McCracken said…

Nobu, I would imagine that Autumn in Japan is very lovely.

Jackie, as someone with a fair whack of Scots ancestry (some of it very recent), I know that they like a moan about the weather, much like us Tasmanians. That said, both lots often have much to moan about!

KL, the kids are sweet, I’m not so sure about their dad’s blog!

Summer Christmas is great, although in Tasmania, it can often feel like a Winter Christmas.

Neorelix, thanks

Isadora, as a kid, I would always get confused when our media would talk about the “summer movie releases” when they meant the US summer. They still do it!

9 September 2008 at 08:37

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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