What happened to autumn?
Last week we were enjoying the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, this week it’s winter.
It was only three degrees at 7.30 last night and the clear sky promised frost.
Cloud and a breeze early this morning saved us from that but it’s still very chilly.
. . . that was the question last night.
The autumn chill which had greeted us in the morning stayed through the day and by evening I was seriously tempted to light the first fire of the year.
Some years we get well in to May before we have to resort to a fire so I decided the first week in April was far too soon.
But I did put on a warmer jersey, plug in the heater and the electric blanket.
February’s rain has painted the pastures spring green but a cold southerly a couple of weeks ago brought snow the the Kakanuis to remind us it’s autumn.
The Indian summer which followed melted the snow but frosts every monring suggest winter isn’t far away.
However, when I came across this on my morning walk this week I wondered:
Someone who knows more about swans than I do may correct me, but I thought they layed their eggs towards the end of winter and the cygnets hatched in spring.