Okay, so that title wasn’t quite as romantic as ‘The First Blossom of Spring’ but for me it marks the changing of the seasons as surely as fresh flower buds do for avid gardeners.
This morning I saw my first bit of the Grand Prix fencing being hauled on the back of a truck over the West Gate Bridge to its new Albert Park Lake home. This assisted migration of the concrete lumps means the Grand Prix, and along with it the cooler days of early autumn aren’t far away. Given that, thankfully, the Grand Prix looks like leaving our city after 2010 I wonder what will tell me the seasons are changing in 2011?