Spring Time - In Australia

But spring in Australia also has a temper. One afternoon, the air went still. The cockatoos fell silent, then screamed and flew in a panicked white cloud towards the mountains. The sky turned the colour of a bad bruise. A southerly buster roared up from the Snowy Mountains, bringing a hailstorm that sounded like someone was throwing handfuls of gravel at the corrugated iron roof. Lila hid under the kitchen table, but Maggie just poured herself another tea.

The real spectacle began when the jacarandas along the creek started to bloom. It wasn’t just a tree turning purple; it was a detonation of violet so intense it hurt to look at. The blossoms fell like confetti onto the still, brown water, and Lila spent hours trying to catch the blue-tongue lizards that sunned themselves on the warm rocks, drunk on the warmth after their long, cold sleep. spring time in australia

“Right then,” she said to her old kelpie, Blue. “Time to wake up.” But spring in Australia also has a temper