Everything is strange in the Southern Hemisphere. Just now, at Easter, when it seems as though the world should be reborn fresh and green after the long winter, we are out gathering blackberries. It is fall here, though you wouldn’t know it to look at the trees because most of them don’t lose their leaves or color up. The weather is getting cooler, and the days are growing short. And yet I am supposed to be in the mood for Easter bunnies! It is hard. As hard as it is to feel Christmassy when there are flowers blooming everywhere.
But we did get a lot of blackberries. Enough to make four big jars of delicious jam. I will still be enjoying them six months from now, round about the time most of you are out picking fresh berries, so life isn’t so bad.
I just wish sometimes that the holidays went with the seasons.