The telling of the seasons without a clock or a calendar: once, we just knew

By Tony Wright
Updated October 3 2015 - 1:08am, first published 12:15am

Spring did not come to our place until the last weekend in September or the first in October. My mother, who cloaked her life in hope, insisted spring arrived on September 1, wattle day.

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