Today’s Daily Prompt is “For many of us, winter is blooming into spring, or fall hardening into winter. Which season do you most look forward to?”
I’m a Spring person, particularly here in Sydney.
T.S. Eliot starts his famous poem “The Wasteland”:
April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
Even Eliot’s epigraph, before these lines, is one of desolation, the ancient Sibyl only wishing to die. In Eliot’s England April can be cruel, teasing with a false Spring before Winter’s final burst of cold, just enough warmth to take Winter’s protecting blanket of snow.
Sydney, on the other hand, has a more temperate climate and the first day of Spring (in our case October 1) is usually a herald of several months of superb weather before the boiling heat of Summer.
Chaucer had it more right for me in the opening of his “Canterbury Tales”:
When April with his showers so sweet Has pierced the drought of March to the root, And bathed every vein in that liquor Whose blessed power engenders the flower...
Here we have a Spring that is providing the life of rain and warmth and that is Spring for me.
Autumn and Winter in Sydney are strange, sure there are colder parts of the world but in a way the colder months are more comfortable there as society and the spaces it occupies are built for the cold. In London or Boston everyone readies for the cold and snow. In Sydney it seems that the cold weather catches us unprepared every year.
That’s why Spring. In a town with a moderate climate a moderately warm season is the best for me.