It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
After a month in windy, rainy Melbourne, I arrived in Sydney to feel the nurturing warmth of 20 degree plus days…and it’s not officially spring yet. But in Sydney, Mother Nature has decreed that it might as well be spring with its gardens blooming, sun gathering it’s strength and het people drawn to spend time in the bush, beaches and bays which surround the harbour city.
“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”
One brilliant sunday afternoon, I decided to stroll through Sydney’s Royal Botanic Gardens. It turned into a sentimental journey after starting at the State Library where I spent many weekends as a student, and of necessity breaking free from intense mental work to lie with relief in a secluded corner on the well nurtured grass in the Gardens opposite.
Ah the relief of being surrounded by the beauty of nature!
But gardens, more than most areas of lifeare about renewal so I enjoyed discovering the new exhibitions and smaller gardens like the Indigenous garden which explined the use and significance of the area to the local clans.
I ended my delightful afternoon with a stroll along the harbour wall at the edge of the gardens, reflecting that while the rest of the state had been drought declared, Sydney in unofficial springtime, flourishes.
“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.”