Every year (well, traditionally every year - there have been some bumps in the road of late) David Jones puts on it's beautiful Spring Flower show. For those of you overseas, it's our Department store in the city and they fill it's windows and floors with displays of exotic flowers. There is usually themes - last year's was oceans and quite spectacular.
There are 'let's make the most of the sunshine' outings and the outdoor festivals begin.
So the Spring Flower Show is like my alarm clock. It is the wake up call to 'get ready for the good times to come'.
We are creatures of habit with many external routines and this one heralds the start of three months of fun.
Years of attending it and I only just realised it. It's an activity that provokes a shift in me, an event that marks time loudly in my calendar.
So here's to the colourful burst of happiness and enjoyment ahead.
Do you ever realise you have traditions that take on more meaning than the actual event?