Australian Seasons Months: !free!

“Summer’s knocking again,” he said. “And the whole blessed thing starts over.”

October was the busiest month. Shearing came, and with it, the shearers—rough, funny men who could eat a whole steak and three eggs for breakfast and still be hungry. The shed buzzed with the sound of electric clippers, the smell of lanolin, and the constant thud of wool bales being pressed. The children collected the fluffy, greasy wool scraps to put out for the birds to line their nests. Grandad stood at the wool table, classing the fleeces into bins: skirtings, bellies, and the precious, pristine main fleece. “This,” he said, holding up a cloud of white wool, “is our cheque book.” australian seasons months

The air was still almost cool as they walked, their boots crunching on dry grass. By nine o’clock, the temperature had climbed past thirty degrees. The flies arrived first—a persistent, buzzing cloud that settled on the corners of your eyes and mouth. Then came the cicadas, their vibrating drone filling the gum trees like a million tiny engines. “Summer’s knocking again,” he said