I’ve sometimes wondered why Keats wrote an ode to autumn and nothing about spring. After all, it's a season to delight the senses with its blossoms and newly minted leaves. But perhaps that was the problem. Maybe he preferred the mellowness of autumn to the brashness of spring.
For those who live in a temperate, coastal city such as Sydney, one season tends to merge into the next with very little fanfare. However, here in the tablelands, we’re blessed with four distinct seasons. Admittedly, there’s a long, cold winter, but it’s inevitably followed by a glorious spring. Here’s my own ode to spring - in pictures.
The gorgeous garden below belongs to Janice and Tom, who live not far from us. It’s just brimming with old-fashioned flowers and fragrant shrubs.
And here's our view to the west on a spring afternoon.