... hydrangeas! Aren't they purty? Today I was doing some stuff around the house and thought to myself, "It's November 5th! My hydrangeas are probably blooming!" And they are. And then I realized how much I've really assimilated to living down under; that I automatically think of November as a spring month now. And mention January or February, and I immediately think of how sweltering it will be. (Y'all know how I get.)
We've been here over 6 years now, and it probably took me 4 years to not have to be reminding myself, "No, it won't be winter then," or "You can roast a turkey for Thanksgiving, but do you wanna have your oven on all day in such warm weather?"
I still remember our first Christmas here; being at the Opera House on Christmas Eve day and it was 94 degrees F (34C) outside. It just didn't feel right to me. I'm embarassed to admit this, but I actually remember thinking, "These people know it's not supposed to be summer, right?"
Oh, Amy. You and your northern hemispheric prejudices. Free your mind! Like, have you ever seen this?
Who said "north" had to be on the top? Hmmm? I remember a vigorous discussion my parents had about this when they first came to visit me. I'd never thought about it either. But it's all quite subjective, isn't it.
So, maybe I'm not down under. Maybe you are. (If you live in the northern hemisphere. You know what I mean. Dang it, I've totally ruined my dramatic ending.)