Blue sky teasing
Our days are dawning fine and glorious here at the moment.
Which is just wonderful, because we have two months work to get done in just one. Seriously, I cannot think straight I have so much to do.
It’s partly because I have imposed a deadline on my family that I cannot yet speak about here. But it’s a serious deadline and we must have done quite a little checklist of chores before this date.
- all the branding
- fixed the fences (and when I say ‘we’ when I talk about fencing, you know I mean NOT ME if I can help it)
- paid the bills
- done the taxes (anyone else dread BAS time?)
- the never-ending avalanche of laundry
- cleaned the mildew/mould from the bathrooms
- and mowed the lawn 17 more times.
I love rain, but honestly, ENOUGH with the couch-growing and the mould… I had quite forgotten these spin-offs to a wet season! (It has been so long since we really experienced a ‘proper’ one – probably about 30 years. When I was but a pup. No cheekiness from the peanut gallery here, please).
Anyway, as I was saying, each day dawns blue and beautiful. And we go mustering and branding… and every day it gets HOT as Hades.
(And yes, I WOULD like a round of applause for being able to transform it from Shrek swamp status to BLUE! *bows*)
So some days we make it through with blue skies.
And some days… like yesterday…
This was my husband, as we frantically packed up our gear at the yards before high-tailing it out of there as a storm hit. The roads are still so wet here that the fear of getting thoroughly bogged is real and present. (And the novelty is wearing off THAT practice real fast).
If you could please ignore the torn shirt (I would ask someone to sack the resident seamstress, but she quit some years ago. Ahem)… then please feel sorry for my husband got absolutely drenched in the downpour. He got wetter than wet while we sat in the relative safety (if somewhat cramped confines) of the ute cab. So his clothes are not only torn, they are calf-poo and mud-covered and saturated. (You can feel sorry for the laundry lady at any stage here – she keeps trying to quit too, but relents when the stench of the washing pile and the prospect of a naked family gets too much).
So that’s it. The yards are too wet to brand today, which is why I have time to blog. Well, I don’t really, but all these photos are screaming to be put somewhere! Off to attack the other chores on the mega list (including supervising kids swimming and the MOWING!).
Have you ever been wet? Soaked to the bone, bracing against the pelting raindrops kinda wet?