Spring Time In Australia Today

“That’s the smell of new things,” Maggie said. “In Australia, we don’t get a gentle spring. We get a sprint. Everything has to happen fast—the flowers, the storms, the baby animals. Because summer is just around the corner, and it’s a beast. So we enjoy this while we can.”

Lila looked out at the jacaranda tree, now a soft, ghostly purple in the twilight. A single fruit bat flew overhead, a dark kite against the last smear of pink. spring time in australia

She was right. As quickly as it came, the storm passed. The sun re-emerged, setting the wet, shattered gum leaves on fire with diamond light. They went outside to find a double rainbow arcing over the barn, and the sweet, petrichor smell of rain on baked earth. “That’s the smell of new things,” Maggie said

Maggie smiled, scratching Blue behind the ears. “So do I, love. So do I.” Everything has to happen fast—the flowers, the storms,

“Right then,” she said to her old kelpie, Blue. “Time to wake up.”