One of the reasons that I think people have become so much more detached from the environment these days is our disconnect with weather and seasons. Today, it was 32 degrees in Sydney, but I sat in an air-conditioned office with no opening windows from 8am to 4pm. As I leave, there are about 3-4 hours of daylight left and the worst of the heat will have passed.
I decided to go for a walk during lunchtime to become reacquainted with summer again – I remember the warm weather of childhood better than the summer of two years ago. So today I explored the Royal Botanic Gardens for signs of summer…
The tiny, shrunken shadow from the midday sun (my toes are just off this shot)
The gaudy-ness of the rose garden in full bloom
The scattering of office workers, hiding in shade (I instagram-ed this one in the hopes that it might convey the warmth and haziness of the day a bit better)
Best of all though, the dry, yellow-bleached buffalo grass. This is the most emblematic of a Sydney summer to me – it reminds me of years of skinned knees, running under the sprinkler in the front garden and dog poo in public parks that had dried and baked white in the sunshine.
What reminds you of the seasons? Do you think that our bubble-wrapping from their influence is a bad thing?