Summer & Snails.

Apparently June in this country is the beginning of Summer; which I find completely hysterical. For starters, summer is supposed to be in December; meaning that Christmas is just around the corner. It's also the beginning of some hot, hot weather in Sydney, meaning that the air conditioning is on at full blast & spending a mere ten minutes hanging clothes on the line usually calls for another shower.

Here? Here it's bizarre! It's been rainy, a little humid and sticky and grey. I know it's early days yet, but sheesh, this whole summer thing is crazy. Plus I keep thinking it should be Christmas time already, still a while to go for that yet!

Every evening when I walk from our train station to our flat, you can easily tell if it's been raining. The walkway between the house fronts and the strip of gardens becomes a passage for snails, great and small. Every time it rains, they make their way from the garden to the walls, and then back again. Sometimes they are out in such great numbers that you quite literally have to hop over them, or as some cruel souls have been doing, just walk straight over the top of them. They do it, the same journey, every single time. Back and forth, back and forth.

Lately I'm feeling a bit like a snail myself. I'm lethargic, my energy is slowly being zapped away, and sometimes I side more with the crushed ones. I'm not implying that anyone has stepped on me, physically or metaphorically, but I do feel as though I'm in the middle of my own repetitive little journey, though not quite as slimy. Luckily for me, I have my boys waiting for me on the other side, so it makes it all okay.

NB: Congratulations to Lindsey & Edgar, who are getting married this weekend!