Do you ever forget the country of your birth?
Does your memory of those long ago childhood days still linger?
My memories of my English childhood remain, I remember vividly how spring crept into the landscape, nudging aside the grey, cold winter blanket. How the delicate green shoots slowly emerge, lambs frolic and birds are busy nesting. But most of all I remember the daffodils. That glorious sight of fields of golden daffodils swaying in the wind.
I left England in 1961 and revisited in 1990. I stayed for a year and once more experienced the 4 distinct seasons. These photos were taken with a film camera, then scanned onto the computer. Not very good reproduction, a bit blurry, but they bring back the memories of those gorgeous, golden daffodils.
In Australia spring does not have that dramatic entrance, here the landscape is dictated by the weather more than the seasons. In the wet it is all shades of green with the sumptuous tropical flowers in bloom. In the dry it is brown and in survival mode. Now we are on the threshold of winter, the temperatures are falling and, hopefully, the rains will come.
We are in Western Australia for this winter. If the rains do come it will be a good spring and the renowned wild flowers of Western Australia will carpet the land. It was a good year in 2010 when we last travelled through this area and here is a post I will share with you of the beauty of spring in WA when they have had a good wet winter.
Over here in Australia spring is a memory as we move into winter, but go here to see how spring has sprung in the Northern Hemisphere.