Yesterday it was a bright, cold winter's day. Quite definitely winter. Geraniums are winter flowers to me - I love that sharp red on grey days. Geraniums come inside in their clay pots and white china saucers (Yes I'm obsessive about this!) when the weather turns too cold for the dogs to spend their days outside.
Jonquils are also a winter pleasure. They smell so rich in the cold air.
But this morning I picked the first twigs of spring blossom.
And outside tonight there was a pink tingle in the air, just a tinge of spring.
I live in Ballarat, an old goldfields town, in the central west of Victoria, but southerly in relation to the world. I love Chinese architecture, the post-goldfields towns and countryside of central Victoria, and I love the practice and the art of history. This year I'm beginning a research project on Ballarat in the 1870s.