Easter

It is Easter in the Southern Hemishere.
Children go to school in their,
Chick and bunny Easter bonnets.
They colour in,
And search for chocolate eggs.
The weather is cooling.
Daylight saving, in its death throws seems ridiculous.
We antipodeans celebrate the coming of Spring.
Yet my chickens have almost ceased laying.
I am gathering firewood for winter.
The last of the harvest,
The quinces, are being processed.
It is as bizarre as snow covered Christmas cards.