I’ve saved my favourite “fountain in a garden” photo for the end. I love the delicate colours in this shot.
“Australia’s seemingly endless summer”
That’s how weatherzone.com.au described the first couple of weeks of autumn in Sydney. 1 March marks the change of seasons, but you wouldn’t have known it from the temperatures! On 10 March, weatherzone reported that “Sydney has recorded 33 consecutive days above 26C [79F] and the forecast shows the warm weather is set to continue for at least another week” and the next day it said, “The 11-day streak of March nights failing to dip below 20 degrees that Sydney is currently in the midst of is unprecedented in over 150 years of records.” This followed on from the sunniest February in 40 years, so we Sydneysiders can be forgiven for leaving our blankets and long pants in our closets. 🙂
I took advantage of the lingering lovely weather to explore Cape Solander in Sydney’s south.
However, there’s no avoiding autumn
Try as I might to ignore them, signs of autumn are everywhere. “The leaves they were crispèd and sere— | The leaves they were withering and sere” (from Edgar Allan Poe’s poem ‘Ulalume’).
At this time of the year, the sun is at just the right angle at 8:00am to cast interesting shadows of people waiting for the train at my station. Which one do you think is me?
Only in March
The Leukemia Foundation runs its World’s Greatest Shave from 10 to 13 March. People were having their hair coloured or shaved for charity.
The seasons don’t seem to be changing much yet in my two regular locations. In Martin Place, the leaves are beginning to look pretty tatty. In Sandringham Garden, the flowers in the tiered beds have been changed.
When you’re sailing on a tall ship, it can sometimes be a “dance” just to stay upright! In the photo above, you can see how everyone hauling on that rope is moving in rhythm (apart from the chatting couple at the top of the photo, who appear to be sitting out this particular dance). We even have a special rope-hauling chant to keep us synchronised:”Two-Six-HEAVE!”
On one transatlantic voyage, we had an accomplished bagpiper among the crew. So one day, near 36.07N, 47.21W (between Bermuda and the Azores), there was Scottish dancing at the mainmast! In this shot, the couples are rehearsing the steps without music.