It's a little moist down under . .steady!!!!!
These times are the February of my past. Hot, wet, warm. Great if you're with the love of your life but not so pleasant if you're trying to get your washing dry.
El Ninio and El Ninia seem to have beleaguered our fair nation for years. We've had 10 years of drought, water restrictions and hot brown weather but this February takes me back 15 years. It's sticky, humid, grey, wet . . .GREEN . . just in a matter of 3 days the landscape has lushed up.
My kids lament the lack of sunshine but this is 'normal' to me. The past two weekends have blessed us with rain. I know that in the green north this is no big deal but when your dams are below 51% and your land parched, your back yard a dustbowl, your ewes sold off for meat instead of lambing and your farm on the edge of obliteration . . .rain is a lifesaver. And it's falling in abundance.
Rain is our salvation, always welcome, relished, enjoyed and unusual.
This weekend, it has poured, Lily is in her element because labradors love water. I've had to lock her in her enclosure adjacent to the laundry to avoid her royal sogginess jumping on my bed and smelling like an old rug.
Clare and Adam were a little disappointed because they'd arranged a picnic with the Groovy Grannies and had to resort to the dry refuge of a central coast restaurant instead of al fresco by the beach. I'm a little pissed because my washing isn't drying. Having said that, I'm sitting here in a T Shirt and my glasses fogging up every time I open the oven to check the progress of my lasagne.
Bottom line, the frogs are chirping at a deafening level, the trees are palpably saying 'thank you' to the watery muses and my pool has topped up to overflowing. Rain is a blessing, a sign of renewal and drips positive energy, everywhere . . .
There's nothing more soporific than falling asleep to the sound of raindrops cascading on your hot tin roof . . .I love the rain . . .
So does my orange jasmine . .dripping with luscious moisture
Sheering off the gutters . . .
Soggy ponies . . it's not cold so don't feel too sorry for them. At least the flies aren't bothering them . . .
There are children here who have NEVER seen a puddle
Hanging out to dry, but not too successfully . .could be damp knickers on Monday.