Spring, Sickness & Stanthorpe

It’s here. Spring arrived once again. The sun is burning the skin during the lunch break and the leggings used for the last couple of weeks are starting to feel sticky against my pale legs. I am looking forward to warmer nights spent outside with friends in a lush garden with feisty possums. I am looking forward to that first day at the beach, there are flower festivals happening and people just seem more keen for life in general. With eased restrictions here in Queensland, it means we can have our traditional events such as Oktoberfest, Halloween and Thanksgiving. 
Spring is not only sunshine, laughter, beautiful flowers and freckles. Spring is also the season of sneezes, runny noose and eyes. Not only am I feasting on antihistamine, I also managed to get a proper cold which has paused the outside world for almost a full work week. With a runny nose and stubborn cough feeling like paper cuts in an already sore throat it was time to do my first ever Covid test. With a negative result, I have happily tried to recover from this farmer’s cold which my childhood doctor always would call it. 
Before sickness and the arrival of spring, Jarryd and I drove four hours southwest to Stanthorpe for a weekend where we did hiking in the Girraween National Park. 

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