Picture spring in Brisbane: brown backyards (even if you have a front yard, it’s called a back yard) as a result of no rain or anything wet falling from the sky since April (sub-tropical climate remember, people).
The trees didn’t have to grow any new leaves because they never lost them in the first place. The grass would crunch under your feet when you walked, kids were banned from playing sports on the fields because they were rock hard, and the weather stayed the same (about 30 degrees every day), but got progressively more humid.
Spring in Sydney was a little nicer: backyards were green because, hey, it does rain occasionally during winter in Sydney.
About one tree per neighbourhood managed to lose its leaves in autumn, so it would grow leaves (oooh! Ahh! Look at the new little leaves!). And, living in an older and relatively untouched suburb like I did, the most amazing spring flowers would bloom in the most amazing gardens. The temperature would increase from 23 to 28 with the occasional freak 40 degree day thrown in, usually brought over Sydney by a westerly wind, which inevitably resulted in bushfires.
Spring in Ukraine is different. Here are some little differences that I’ve noticed:
– There was snow. Now there’s not
– There was heating. Now there’s not
– There were no leaves on trees. They’re getting there
– There was 20 million cloudy days in a row. Now there’s some sun
– There were ubiquitous black coats. Now people are wearing some colour
And, most importantly:
– There were no beer tents with tables and chair set up every 3 metres throughout the city. Now. There. Is.
In honour of spring, here are some photos I took on a recent walk through Taras Shevchenko park.
Enjoy, and have a good spring (oh, don’t worry, I’ll be back before it’s over).
Yeah, because I love underexposed shots, this doesn’t capture how damn green the grass is in this part of the world. In Australia, when you picture our natural ‘green’, throw in about 40 per cent browny yellow too.