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?

I spotted this year’s Yellow Pages lurking in our front yard this morning. I wonder how much longer we’ll see this species in the wild? We, like many people, have a permanent connection to the net and a quick Google will normally give you the phone number you need in a matter of seconds. Given how atrocious the Yellow Pages site is (can you ever find what you’re looking for on the first go?) I’d assume most people do the same and like us their copies will remain in the plastic wrap for a year until they are thrown out when the next edition arrives.