Let's talk about the weather...

Some people think discussing the weather is boring. Clearly those people live on a tropical island where it's 28 degrees every day. zzzz they're the ones that are boring. ner-ner
(Can we hate them? Just a little bit?)

Here in Daylesford, we live and breathe, embrace and endure the seasons. The seasons dictate more than just our daily footwear choices. Personally, I love it. I LOVE living through the seasons and living life according to (glued to) the BoM.
Yes, not only am I an out and proud Bird-Nerd… I’m also a massive Weathernerd. Birds aren’t the only cool things in the sky folks… HAVE YOU SEEN THE CLOUDS!?
Here are a few of my favourite skies as snapped from our place in Daylesford with my (slightly dodgy) iPhone 4S.

Now here we are in late Spring. After our (seemingly) FIVE month winter Spring is a gift. Here Spring really kicks in about two months after the rest of the country has posted photos on Instagram of blossom and daffodils it’s our turn. See? Stun.ning.

Hello Blossom! 

Hello Blossom! 

The magical Wombat Botanic Gardens - Daylesford.

The magical Wombat Botanic Gardens - Daylesford.

Grapes grow well in a cool climate... as do Grape Hyacinths

Grapes grow well in a cool climate... as do Grape Hyacinths

Um... Actually perfect.

Um... Actually perfect.

In Daylesford, Spring announces her arrival after daylight saving ends. That extra hour of daylight is like a blast from an ECG machine jolting the earth back to life.
Watching the grass grow is actually awesome.

Ooh pretty new baby grass laden with dewdrops - expertly placed by magical dew fairies

Ooh pretty new baby grass laden with dewdrops - expertly placed by magical dew fairies

In Summer the weather gets a bit hard core. The Country Fire Authority app beeps and buzzes in my pocket with such frequency and friction that I think it’s going to spontaneously combust. Which would be ironic (in Alanis Morissette proportions) and would no doubt land me in strife if it happened on a day of Total Fire Ban. (No open flames kids.) My daughter has a scooter which (awesomely) shoots sparks out the back. On days of TFB, we have a TSB (Total Scooter Ban) at our place. Way to go Summer. Spoiling our fun.

I have thought the cast of Survivor could use a spark-shooting-scooter on the island for fire. Waaay more exciting than winning flint for a reward challenge.

I have thought the cast of Survivor could use a spark-shooting-scooter on the island for fire.
Waaay more exciting than winning flint for a reward challenge.

Autumn is the hero season here in Daylesford. Helloooo Autumn colour. Autumn is SUCH a show off. Her palette is a slap-in-the-face of reds and yellows and oranges. The skies are gentle pinks and blues and subtle greys and lilacs. The grass returns to zingy green. As the air cools and we light our fires again, sunrises and sets are spectacular. Seriously Autumn... Stop. It.

Just a selection from a walk in the park in Autumn...

Just a selection from a walk in the park in Autumn...

I told you about the fairies didn't I huh?

I told you about the fairies didn't I huh?

Come on, this was always going to happen...

Come on, this was always going to happen...

I promise no filter here, this old tree is just naturally showoffy.

I promise no filter here, this old tree is just naturally showoffy.

Leeeeeeeaves!!!

Leeeeeeeaves!!!

Selfie with Maple.

Selfie with Maple.

And then you have Winter. Oh the love/hateness of it all. Yes it is misty and foggy and romantic.

Vincent Street, Daylesford. *sigh*

Vincent Street, Daylesford. *sigh*

Yes it’s supergorgeous when you’re snug inside with your favourite person in front of an open fire with a bottle of red from a boutique winery and a squishy-cosy alpaca blankie and you can hear the rain on the roof and it’s icy outside...

Brrrrrrr...

Brrrrrrr...

But seriously. When the heavens open with sideways sleet at 3:15pm (oh yes. It’s a guarantee at school pick up time) and you’re parked 3 blocks away and you’re struggling with a sick kid and your umbrella blows inside out and the kid’s wailing… and you’ve got your Converse Chuck Taylors on and your feet are SOPPING because you forgot to put your gumboots on as you negotiated leaving the warm dry house with the grumpy child…. Geeeeeez. THAT is the night that I am on realestate.com.au searching properties in northern NSW. There is no romance in this scenario.
The days of fire and ice are challenging... Just ask Jon Snow.

Jack Frost pffft… Elsa was clearly responsible for this.

Jack Frost pffft… Elsa was clearly responsible for this.

But then, winter can throw you a day of stunning beauty… and just like *that* all is forgiven and the endless months of fog, mist, mud and cold, wet feet are forgotten.

Do you wanna build a snowman?

Do you wanna build a snowman?

But for now as we head into peak spring and the days and evenings are warm, the air is sweet and scented and the gumboots are (an almost) distant memory, I have no desire to trawl real estate websites. Instead I'm trawling Lark for new Saltwater Sandals, and Karen Walker for Sunglasses, and the Bureau of Meteorology for sunny seven day forecasts, and right now there's no place I'd rather be.

Do you have a favourite season? I think mine is Autumn, closely followed by Spring. And where you live, does it ALWAYS rain at school pick up time?? What is with that?! And I have to know... do you have a pair of Saltwaters? What colour? (mine are red... I have my eye on navy and something metallic too).

Visit us over here on Pinterest for a little seasonal inspiration... (I've made four new boards full of seasonal love you can enjoy whatever the weather... no shoe decisions required.)

- Kathy x