I am waiting (rather in anticipation) for autumn to show its full colour. I know I shouldn't hold my breath- Queensland rarely experiences a
real autumn. The days are nothing more than pleasant- so much so that the weather almost goes unnoticed. I am waiting not just for my own heart-contenting pleasure of a sight of red, orange, and yellows, cascading to the ground (which I will probably have to go south to see). No, I am waiting so that by experiencing real autumn, I can recall the memories of autumns past to piece the words together for this book.
Ahh, the perils of writing a book based around the seasons of our year. It is rather difficult to fully capture a season from memory. Perhaps the days will begin to crisp up a bit soon and I will find the words I need.
Such a shame we don't see things like this in Queensland:
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