Seasons are a bit vague here in Perth.
If you judged Perth climate by UK summer – we have summer all year round.
Autumn is a week of changing leaves between 35 degree summer days and the start of rain and a cool change
Winter comes and goes, but only exerts itself hard enough to warrant a jacket for a few weeks. It can be wet though – much wetter than a UK winter.
Which leaves Spring. Spring is hard to pin down – it can be wet and cold but also hot and dry like summer. If viewed by the calendar Spring definition, Perth has 2 or 3 seasons during that time.
The Aboriginal Noongar people that inhabited the Perth area before colonisation had defined 6 seasons. We should use these really, they make a great deal more sense here than the English seasons the settlers brought with them.
The Noongar seasons are as follows:
Birak – the first summer
This season runs through December and January when the warm days are cooled by afternoon sea breezes. Noongars would burn the land to improve grazing patterns for game animals and improve their mobility while traversing the land.
Bunuru – the second summer
This is the hottest time of the year, February through March, when there is little to no rain and the Jarrah and Marri trees are in full bloom. During this time, the Noongars would live by the coast, rivers, and estuaries.
Djeran – autumn
Running from April to May, this season is the time for marriages and courtship ceremonies. Several of the Banksia trees would start to flower and the diet changed to incorporate fish, frogs, and turtles.
Makuru – the first rains
Spanning June and July, traditionally this was the time of year to migrate inland. Fattier red-meat animals, such as the yonga (kangaroo) and weitj (emu) were hunted at this time of year and used as bookas (food and clothing) to help ward off the cold.
Djilba – the second rains
During this time, August to September, the wattles come into full bloom and signal the start of the mass blooming of the south-west. The large birds nest to hatch their eggs and popular foods included yongas (kangaroos), weitj (emu)and koomal (possum).
Kambarang – flowering
Through October and November the landscape is carpeted with a rainbow of wildflowers. The Balga (grass tree) starts to bloom and reptiles are out of hibernation, making for good bush tucker.
The Noongar seasons are bang on (but then they would be, they have had 40,000 years to work them out..)
Judging from yesterday’s ride (sunny, warm) and today’s weather (wet, damp, grey) – we’re smack bang in the transition from Maruku and Djilba. The dust and heat of late summer has long gone, leaving a very agreeable surface for biking on. Well, agreeable if you have been practicing, which I haven’t – so it felt all very sketchy and unsteady for a good while. As usual, I didn’t see another soul out on the trails, but I did see wattle and lots of it. Wattle everywhere. Plus there were the odd signs of early ground flowers too – it’ll be lovely in a month or so.
Its a bit of a shame that there’s been a backburn here over the winter – the forest on the opposite side of the trail has been scorched and all the wattle bushes were black. They’ll be back in earnest next year of course, but for these pictures, it could have been twice as yellow!
Deeper into the forest, it gets loamy rather than packed pea gravel, which is much more fun to ride on – by now I was getting a little more tuned into what the bike was doing and I could open it up a bit. Which of course was just when the kangaroos burt out of the forest and across the train in front of me to give me a minor heart attack!
For the most part, the riding was pretty easy – there were some pretty rocky sections on this track and I willed myself not to panic and keep hard on the gas and it all turned out fine. I do struggle with rocky downhill sections – they feel very out of control as you can’t get on the gas to power over stuff. More practice needed.
I turned off the trail to come back before it got too late and the track opened up into gorgeous bright yellow wattle again – awesome.
That little section is pretty easy to get to by car if you want to
I headed on back, picking up speed and confidence all the way along the broad gravel tracks of Millar’s Log Road until I made my way back through Jarrahdale and then back along the scarp to Kingsbury Lookout just as the sun was setting.
There was a lady there on her own who, because there was no car there, must have been staying at the Buddhist Monastery across the road or at the nearby Jhana Grove Buddhist retreat. She was sat in quiet contemplation and I did feel a little guilty as a brapped in to the gravel carpark on the bike. Oh well, if she’d wanted guarantees of peace, she should have stayed in the retreat 😉
The evening was beautiful and looking out across the wide plain towards the glimmering ocean I could see the woodfires coming from some of the homes and farms. In truth, I could have stayed there if it wasn’t for the fact that I had tinted goggles on and being there with the lady who just sat there silently and possibly a little resentfully in the middle of the lookout was a little awkward!
So time enough to take a few pictures before I left the silent lady and rode on home
All in all – soul food.