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There are patterns everywhere you look. Bellerive Beach, December 2010.

As summer rolls around again, there are a number of things that I look forward to. Today's Sunday Top Five lists a few of them: Five Things I Like About Summer!
  • Trips to the beach! Well, you can go to the beach in winter too, but frolicking in the water is a little less fun...

  • A few days off! A few days away from work never hurts.

  • Presents! Satan Claws will visit soon, and who doesn't like getting new stuff?

  • Fruit! Even though we are a global village these days, nothing beats the range of Tasmanian summer fruit and berries that become available.

  • Less clothes! I hate being covered up. It's easier to get away with less on when the heat is on.
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Carola said…
Summer is for me:
fresh fruit, long days, less clothes, swimmming outside, sunlight, and all our birthdays.

But here is winter coming, and that meens Christmas, cold, snow, and darkness. That's why here they have this Gemütlichkeit (coziness) with Weihnachtsmarkt and street lights, candles everywhere. I find this to kitchy.

I love summer!
12 December 2010 at 20:02
smudgeon said…
Summer is (for this year) 28 days off between Christmas and February, punctuated with trips to a nearby beach and some darkroom time.

Go Tassie fruit!
12 December 2010 at 21:12
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, We enjoyed Christkindlmarkt in Nürnberg a few years back. Very different to Tasmania. I'd imagine that it would wear thin after a while though!

Me, TWENTY EIGHT! You'll struggle to go back...
13 December 2010 at 11:49
smudgeon said…
Given the decision Tassie parliament made today, going back might result in a short stay before being shipped off to a GBE.

Interesting times...
13 December 2010 at 20:30
Kris McCracken said…
Me, it's back to the future!
14 December 2010 at 09:43
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