Spring is the time of year when you wonder why you ever decided to live in Wellington. One day it’s summer. The next is raging winter. Gales rule, swinging from North through West to South and back again, all in the course of a few days. It’s hot, cold, windy, dry, wet, windy, foggy, windy, still.
The wind goes on and on, blustering and gusting, blowing and billowing. You step outside to be nearly blown off your feet, or hear it hammering on the house in the middle of the night.
Honestly, I’m ready for summer. Roll on January and February!