Oh how quickly three months can go.
Three Wintery months that gave us almost every possible weather scenario one can imagine.
Wonderful, sunny, crisp days. Windy, grey, blustery days. Days filled with endless overcast skies and heavy rains.
Then of course there was the snow.
Magical, beautiful, whimsical snow.
Unlike Autumn where we ventured out quite often. I found us hibernating more and more as the cool months rolled on.
We engaged in the happy past time of following the sun about the house. Settling in the warmth of golden window light, with lego, books or perhaps a sneaky nap. “Mama, can you open your eyes now?’
And of course there were road trips too. Big and small. Sometimes location scouting, sometimes looking for snow but most often because of cabin fever.
There was a semi failed trip to Launceston in July, that ended with an unexpected drive home in the dead of night. Thank goodness for 10.30pm Mintie incentives. ‘Look, lollies!….We’re almost home I promise.’
In recent days, I’ve been enjoying watching our backyard come back to life. We’ve had blossoms and Daffodils, and today the air was fragrant with Jasmine.
The kids are already counting down the days until the next school break and are desperately excited for warmer weather.
To which I bluntly remind them that we live in Tasmania.
But regardless of the lingering cold, there is always a wonderful sense of achievement in turning over the calendar and knowing that it’s Spring.
Alongside that scary realisation that it’s practically Christmas.
Welcome to the home stretch friends.