I feel like dancing…
Just lying down and kicking my feet like an excited kid….
Our yearned-for follow-up rain has arrived. Mother Nature remembered us… FINALLY!
I have been loathe to get TOO excited by the delicious 74mm that fell two weeks ago. Because we were so desperately dry, that EVERY single drop of that rain soaked right into the ground. Nothing ‘ran’ – you know, when drops become trickles and trickles become rivulets tracing tracks of least-resistance down through paddocks, cattle pads, and roads. That didn’t happen then.
And everyone who knows ANYTHING about managing grassland country said “We’ll be right if we get some follow-up before winter”.
Which meant “That was nice for the first inch or two of grass growth, but you are still stuffed for fodder if you hit cold weather before some more rain lifts that sub-soil moisture.”
We would have been in what some call a ‘green drought’. Where the grass is green but there is just not enough of it.
Like these awesome clouds, coming in from the west (where much of our storm activity arrives from)…
It rained out there…
I got all superstitious once more.
I refused to look at forecasts again, and ALMOST stopped taking pics (hence the sad lack of posting here!).
I said ‘almost’…
I admit, sometimes Mother Nature teased so much with her cloud formations, I gave in and picked up the Nikon…
See what I mean…
And then, today, as we prepared to muster in some bulls, it happened. Sprinkles of rain arrived.
And as we drove the truck to our bull paddock, we noticed ant nest erupting from the road. (Ones that were not there two days ago!).
And then the drizzle continued as we mustered (and got very wet jeans)… you’ll have to believe me – I was on a new horse and the bulls were frolicky. It was no time for a camera too, in the rain!
As we drove home … water running down the road (almost as entertaining as the frisky cows and calves!).
And after early feeds for our horses and dogs, fresh pikelets and brewed coffees (and hot milos for the kids)… we relaxed.
And looked site out at our driveway, which seems just a bit more lush and magical tonight.
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