One of the best things about living in Ballarat is the climate. Did I hear howls of derision from Queenslanders? Sure, winters can be chilly, with a snow flurry now and again, but they’re short and just as you think you might be fed up of nights in front of the fire with a book and a glass of Shiraz, Spring arrives! Yay! In my politically incorrect, non-native garden immigrant daffodils are poking through the ground and roses are budding while out in the native bush the Wattle is getting its bloom on.