It will always seem strange to me that in Australia, the seasons go by calendar months, not by the equinoxes. When the change of seasons are not overtly distinguishable I guess that turns the year into a neatly quartered pie. This makes things more simple.
When I first moved to Melbourne, I remember being so confused about what time of year it was. In my former life I could tell by the weather.
December 1st is the first day of Summer in these parts. Lavinia and I have been exploring the backyard and playing with hose water to keep cool.
Her little cheeks turn pink when she’s warm. As a child, I remember wishing mine would do that very thing so I would pinch them in the bathroom mirror.
Lately, I’ve been writing more. My childhood is something that keeps rising to the surface. This makes sense because now I’m part of someone else’s childhood. Only this time I’m gifted with a lens more than three decades old with which to view it. Like the seasonal calendar in Australia- children make life appear so much simpler. We, adults, are the ones who make it complicated.
The memories I’m exploring are something I will share in the future. For now, I'll be honest about myself and try not to worry that someday my little girl will read it all and be able to see my flaws...though it’s a troubling thought- I do want her to know I’m human. I make mistakes. So far, I’ve tried to learn from them.For now, I’m just unloading my brain (when I have a spare moment) to put the thoughts in black and white. You know, to make things more simple.
I think it would be super to know how my Mum was feeling about things as I grew up and see my world from another perspective. Especially with the 'public filter' that a blog provides ... you know, not too much icky detail ... I think it is like a future gift
Thank you! I certainly hope she sees it that way.