Well, the manuscript of
Australian Backyard Earth Scientist has gone to the editor, so here's a small
sample. I had a lot of fun writing this, because while it was on the slab, I
played the role of "visiting scientist" at a local school, and I
shared the progressively tweaked drafts with five Stage 2 (Year 3/4) classes. All of my best stuff comes when I write stuff to be read, and this is more polished than most.
I declare myself fairly happy with it, but till to come are the improvements the editor will make. Jo Karmel is my favourite and she knows my foibles, and this is nearly there. In essence, this little essay seeks to get kids thinking differently.
I declare myself fairly happy with it, but till to come are the improvements the editor will make. Jo Karmel is my favourite and she knows my foibles, and this is nearly there. In essence, this little essay seeks to get kids thinking differently.
So this is an unpolished taster for people to savour. For more, you'll have to wait a while.
The PBI at the end is a 'Partly Baked Idea',
an open-ended question for readers to play with. The book has lots of those.
In the northern hemisphere, away from the tropics, they have
four seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter, but is that number right for
Australia? Much of Australia doesn’t have a real winter, leaving just three
seasons, but there might be five or six seasons in other places.
The First Fleeters called Australia “a land of
contrarieties”. The swans were black, not white; trees kept their leaves but
dropped their bark; it was warm on the hills and cool in the valleys; the
eagles were white; the bees had no sting — and the seasons were the wrong way
around!
Telopea speciosissima or waratah, a spring marker for Sydney. |
Legend says the NSW Corps soldiers changed between winter
and summer uniforms, using seasons based on the first days of March, June,
September and December.
Those arbitrary dates worked, sort of. The invaders might have been better off with the natural
calendar of the Dharawal people of Sydney. You can find the details on the
internet, if you search on <Dharawal seasons>.
This chapter was written during Ngoonungi, which is cool,
getting warmer, when the Miwa Gawaian (waratah) flowers.
Flying foxes over Manly Vale, as seen from Fairlight. |
Far to my north, in Yolngu country, the stringybark is in
flower then, as Rarranhdharr comes to an end. In the Anangu Pitjantjatjara
country, which we call the north of South Australia, it is the end of
Piriyakutu/Piriya-Piriya, when the hibernating reptiles come out. In Western
Australia, the Noongar people call this time Kambarang, when the rain gets
less, and the quandong is in fruit.
I notice the first blowfly, cicada or koel; the first magpie
attack; the first funnelweb in the swimming pool or the first Christmas beetle.
My children knew it was proper summer when the first Bogong moth started
banging around on the ceiling at night.
Angophora costata, or Sydney Smooth-barked Apple, shedding its bark, November, Forty Baskets area. |
My high summer starts when the trunks of the Sydney
smooth-barked apple, Angophora costata,
turn orange-brown in mid-November. We take friends on mystery walks through a
grove of these trees, just to watch their delight.
Sydney’s very first jacaranda comes out each year at
Circular Quay, and I saw it the day I wrote this. The day I saw the first
orange tinges on the Angophoras, I noticed that the Quay jacarandas were in
decline. I also notice the first evening storms with warm rain that people want
to run around in, and the first big electrical storm that people should not run
around in.
But what do city folk use as season markers? I asked my
friends, and we found these: the first time your breath comes out of your mouth
like smoke, as the water vapour in your breath condenses in the cold; the time
when parents stop nagging their children to wear a hat and have to start
nagging them to wear a jumper, or when you wake up in spring and hate the
thought of porridge, so you switch to muesli — and when you go back again, in
autumn.
I really loved this thought from Anil Tortop, a Turkish-born
illustrator in Brisbane: “The time I
use/stop using the hair dryer. Or when ants start to invade the kitchen. Or
when geckos start singing all together.”
A PBI: remember, all the PBIs are your play spaces!
What seasons would you
like to use? There are no rules about numbers, but most Indigenous calendars
seem to have six seasons.
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