Tuesday, March 27, 2007

We finally "get" Spring!

Posted by: Nic and Sal

When we say get Spring we mean understand Spring, and when we say we we mean Nic (try using we 6 times in another 15 word sentence, I dare ya!). Any way, when you grow up in Australia you are exposed to a body of popular culture from Europe and North America that glorifies Spring. Of course, we are aware what Spring is like in Europe and North America,you know, everything grows again. Well, if you haven't seen a northern Spring you don't get it. Everything doesn't just grow, it GROWS!!! And before it does that it flowers, PRO-BLOOMING-LIFICALLY!!! (good pun hu? Sal is still grinning). Up until a week ago we were still getting nights well below freezing. Today the temperature hit 32 C! One heavy rain and five days of warm weather and all the trees suddenly have leaves! Oh yeah, and Sal said to mention all the girls are now wearing skirts. We need to get off our bums and take some more pictures for you, but here is a one that really doesn't do it justice.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow. Trees get leaves again. woohoo.

Nah, spring is kinda overrated. We'd get spring in Armidale, and all of the weedy deciduous trees would do their thing. But it wasn't so much the vegetation that got you excited. It was the warmer weather. I have learned that perth has two and a half seasons; Summer, some form of winter and about 2 months of what you might call 'spring'.

I heard that spring in Vancouver is often associated with a marked drop in the suicide rates. As you start to get two, three and eventually 7 days a week where you get to see the sun!

Anonymous said...

well la di da, congratulations you have trees that grow, do you know what we have nic? we have trees too and they grow all year round.

Anonymous said...

Sal, if you noticed girls wearing skirts before Nic I think you need to take him to the optomitrist.

Cheers, Tim.

Duke Bellydance Classes said...

Heya Tim

My comment was motivated by a friend talking about the day that he and his mates call: "skirt day". Apparently it happens some time at the end of March around here. The blokes don't work on skirt day. They just sit in the quad and drink in the beauty of spring. (Needless to say, I was rolling round on the floor laughing by the end of that explanation).
I assume that when Nic takes more photos to "do it justice" we'll get ample opportunity to test his eyesite, if you get my drift.

Cheers

Sal