If you have never moved from the northern hemisphere to the southern or vice versa, you have no idea how disconcerting it is. Logic would dictate that seasons are simply six months difference; ie, it's now May here in New Zealand, so it should be (5 + 6 = 11) recollections of November weather.
But, I guess I never learned bothered to pay attention to details of what went on around me. I mean, try as I might, I cannot remember there being flower blooms still hanging onto stems in November in Georgia or Kansas. Did I just not notice? Was I too busy crying about preparing for cold weather and the very real prospect of that four-letter-word, snow?
Or alternatively, has the weather gotten so screwed up that now there are actually blooms in November in the northern hemisphere, but not until I left?
Maybe....Taranaki is such a special place that such late blooms are just an added bonus of living here...nah, even I can't type that with a straight face.
It's amazing what I can't recall with any degree of certainty about the seasons and the weather. I just remember one of my best childhood friends, Linda Bailey (Goble) who always wished for snow on her birthday, November 25th (I think it was) and actually got it one year!
Oh, well, in a few years I plan to be senile, so the weather will still be a surprise to me, especially when the kids tell me it's snowing over and over and over even though the sun is shining.
I need to lie down.
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