While you would think a Melbourne spring should be filled with daffodils, longer evenings and fascinators in the Myer windows, we have had all that but with rain and cold as well. I found it really interesting that these quotes from Australian writers about spring focused on the whole spectrum from the sun and flowers to the rain and cold. My favourite quotes are number 1 and 4 because they contrast the protagonist’s feelings against the weather.
I have left a gap between the quotes and the book titles, authors and date of publication in case you want to guess!
1. I found it very cruel that the sun shone and the weather was perfect during the darkest of my days.
2. It was September, and the roughstone terraces with their thickets of tiny white daisies were aswarm with insects. The whole garden sizzled and hummed.
3. It was spring by now and the days were lengthening; the evening sky, not yet fully dark, was pulsing with the flashing lights of emergency vehicles somewhere up ahead.
4. My heart fell out on a spring morning – the kind that rose coolly in the east and set brightly in the west.
5. “We’re not meant to get hot days like this in October,” I say, standing in front of the open freezer.
6. Her birthday was in mid September, on a spring day that seemed to bring a whiff of summer with it. The wattle was out, and daffodils and tulips were still waving in Burnsie’s garden.
7. After the June shearing of 1944, we knew that if it did not rain in the spring our gamble was lost. The sheep would not live through another rainy season.
8. Monday, 25 November
Drat that it’s cold. Last night I could wear silk to bed and now I have lit the fire. Cold Mondays are gloomy. There are plenty of jobs to do indoors, but who wants to be inside in November?
9. September comes with daffodils
And blossom buds and rain
The sun is pale, the shadows long
As we all sing a football song
And ride home on the train.
10. The night is hot and salted with stars and on the easterly breeze you can feel the wetlands of the interior and even the deserts behind them.
Looking for Alibrandi, Melina Marchetta, 1992
Johnno, David Malouf, 1975
‘Cottage’ in Mothers Grimm, Danielle Wood, 2014
The paper house, Anna Spargo-Ryan, 2016
Graffiti moon, Cath Crowley, 2010
The war bride, Pamela Hart, 2016
The road from Coorain, Jill Ker Conway, 1989
The waterlily, Kate Llewellyn, 1987
All through the year, Jane Godwin, Anna Walker, 2010
Dirt music, Tim Winton, 2001
Which one is your favourite?