Perched at the north entrance of Sydney’s harbor sits Quarantine Station. For more than 150 years, she tried to contain the infectious illnesses of the outside world. Spanish Influenza, smallpox, and the bubonic plague were among the contagions that the Quarantine Station held back, to protect the people of Sydney.
Summer is definitely over here in Sydney. The weather has been really rainy, which I understand is typical of this time of year here. There is rain forecast for every day of the next 10 days.
This will be my first fall in about a year and a half. We missed autumn in 2016. Because of the time we moved, in 2016 we experienced winter, spring and summer in Texas, then winter, spring and summer in Australia. I still haven’t figured out how to cook and decorate for holidays in opposite seasons. Christmas was during the summer, so rich, traditional holiday foods didn’t seem right. And what about an autumnal Easter? Do I get out the pumpkins and decorative gourds?
Lately, I’ve developed a bit of a fascination with J.M. Barrie, the author of Peter Pan. I read Peter Pan aloud to my daughter a few months ago and it sent my mind racing in different directions, sparked by its ideas of motherhood, time, and aging. At the end of the book, when Peter returns to visit Wendy, then Wendy’s daughter, then Wendy’s daughter’s daughter, I found myself sobbing. (It’s not entirely uncommon for me to be moved to tears by children’s books. I have never been able to finish Knuffle Bunny Free without choking up.)