Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
There was a lot of preparation leading up to the more wintery weather. As the trees all dropped their leaves and the ground started to look brown with them, things started happening that at first I didn't understand. Now, after only a couple of weeks of snowy conditions, and light ones at that, it all makes sense.
First, there were the shops. Clothes stores started putting their winter woolies, hats, scarves, coats, gloves and mittens, to the front of the shop, with special autumn deals. I even found fleece-lined stockings! Yes, I bought some, even though I can't imagine wearing them in Sydney without wanting to take them off by lunchtime!
People marked their driveways with reflective poles too, just like we have along roads that flood regularly, only this is for finding their way in the snow. Plants in front gardens were either tied down with ropes or covered with hessian.
Local parks emptied ponds, either until the spring or in preparation for making a nice base for ice skating later in the winter when the cold had settled in well and truly.
Finally, inside, carpets suddenly appeared in foyers and entryways ready for wet, snowy boots, and in my office and probably others, boot trays even came out so that people could swap over wet dirty boots for more appropriate inside footwear.
It really is another world, this northern hemisphere real winter thing. It's fascinating how much people are dictated by the seasons here.