could it be spring?

Most of y'all are heading into fall, so I've been reading much ado about fall. So much so, that I've been a little confused about what month or what season it is. (I hail from the northern hem, so living in opposite seasons takes some getting used to.)

i like this kind of autumn

Winters here are icy, cold, dark and dry enough to prohibit easy breathing. Snow doesn't seem to stick for too long these days (global warming?). So it snows and immediately turns into a huge + dangerous mess of ice. There's really nothing pretty about it after the initial quiet fall. Winters are also mostly windless, which is a welcome reprieve for Patagonia. I can't imagine if the wind blew all that cold around like it does in the summer. 

{photo by eros turannos}

Our welcome home weather was that of a typical Patagonian summer: ceaseless wind from all directions, rain, sunshine, snow, sun, downpour, snow, sun. Then the sunshine graced us with its presence for a whole decently windless (for here) day. And we rode bikes. 

{photo by flabnbone}

We're diving into spring; our current truth is more light! Instead of dusk falling at 4, its curtain swishes in around 6.30 p.m. By Christmas, the sun will shine until 11 or so. I'll dearly miss the 18+ hours of daylight when we head back to the States. But, because most of our summer days still require a puffy jacket, or at least a scarf and reasonably heavy jacket, I do look forward to the spring and summer days of yore. Sundresses, shorts, skin, skin not entirely transparent, wearing flowers in my hair windlessly, reading outside--in a flowered field.

{photo by ashley the dinosaur}

But for now I'm loving more light; tiny pops of green, of life; new penpals and letter writing projects; the return of friends who wintered (well, summered) elsewhere; me not freezing; lambs; tangelos; finally having lettuce to make the most delicious salad we've eaten in months.

{unattributed photos : unknown : please let me know if they're yours}