Although the first official Summer day downunder, December 1st is still near enough to Spring for the weather to go either way. Especially at my base in South Australia.
In some years, Spring departs so smoothly and seamlessly, and Summer enters so gently and mildly the passage is completely unremarkable.
But this year, Spring left with a BANG!
With a spring rainfall well below average on the semi-rural property in the Adelaide Hills, the signs of summer began early.
Grass, bleached a pale, white gold.
Dry, crisp Eucalyptus leaves raining from the trees.
And with no spring rain run-off, the water level in the dam sinking lower and lower.
Tropical strength humidity – unfamiliar this far south – on this last day of spring changed the colour of the sky to an odd yellowish grey that didn’t augur well. Then as the sun set on spring, the storm broke.
Simultaneous gale-force winds, lightning, thunder, hail and torrential rain flattened the grass on the hillside and saw the sheep scuttling for cover as the setting sun suffused the scene with a surreal rosy glow.
A few short hours later, the fierce farewell of spring was forgotten as the first clear, bright day of summer dawned on My Street.