There is a distinctiveness about Northland Springs and Summers. It is a distinctiveness that needs to be felt - something is singing in the air; an unspoken expectancy, a shimmering, a sharpness of light, the wind is warm, warm, warm and the sun demands huge respect - This is no ordinary sun, with its zenith almost overhead at the height of summer and with a burn time of about 6 minutes you feel and know that its engine is thermo nuclear.
That world renowned hedging bush 'Greenis Vegetatas Comminus' displays its Spring flowers. This outdoor chair is world famous - it was on this meditation chair that I discovered the full meaning of life and the universe.
Northland doesn't have the distinct seasonal contrasts that other countries, or even other more southern parts of New Zealand have. The contrast is one of wet, cold and rain contrasted with wet, warm and sun. But there is a very special time from December through to February where Northland transforms itself into something special and very particular to itself - razor sharp light, incandescent sun, furnace like warm, huggible wind, iridescent colours, dusky horizons and magic.
Each locality in New Zealand in every season weaves its own magic as it interacts with the weather - Central Otago, Banks Peninsular and Canterbury, the Able Tasman National Park - to name a few, all weave their own particular chemistry and enchantment.
The old Bottlebush tree at the front of the house with its candles on fire - This tree whooped with delight on November the 5th - Guy Fawkes night - Old Bottlebrush flashed with fire under the high stars and the celebratory fireworks.
Spring brings the rumour of Summer with her and my eyes turn towards the coast and the sea - out come the charts - I look forward to day sails, some weekends away maybe and a few big sails over the Christmas period - Spring is bought to us by the old propellers of the seasons and no matter what has gone before, it always holds gently in its hands, the hopes of new beginnings.