“This is our secret season.” June mornings were so crisp you could see your breath. July was the month of clear, cold stars and blue, cloudless days. In August, the whales passed by the coast of New South Wales, and the desert bloomed with tiny, defiant wildflowers. “This,” Miri laughed, “is when Australians wear puffy jackets. At 18 degrees.”
A tourist boy, about nine, tugged her sleeve. “So which month is the best?” seasons australia months
And the wind carried her laughter across the floodplains, through the ghost gums, and into the next season—whatever name it chose to wear. “This is our secret season
She pointed to the eucalyptus tree, its leaves silver and still. “This,” Miri laughed, “is when Australians wear puffy
Miri picked up a handful of red soil and let it sift through her fingers.