Let it rain…

It’s been raining at Granite Glen… not the dam-busting, flooding deluges of out west, where friends have been forced to evacuate their homes and take shelter in the corner of a shed, all their worldly belongings stacked high and hopefully on dining tables and in a car parked on higher ground. Thank the Lord.

No, our rain has been soft and gentle, sometimes hardly making a dent on the earth as it mists down. Other times it has gathered a little force and make our corrugated iron roof sing through the night. The best sleeping tonic ever. And after years and years of drought, this kind of rain is a whispered reminder of a good season – when grasses grow higher than a pony’s wither, dams fill to the brim, and swans and pelicans grace the river that once flowed by the Granite Glen homestead. We are a long way from a swans-and-pelicans season, but the start of this January has been filled with welcome grey skies and hope.

Here are a couple of the snaps from around the garden to help you visualise this marvellous start-of-2008 weather at Granite Glen:

Rain slides down a clump of bottlebrush leaves…
And weighs down the blooms and buds… Droplets join and form little rivulets running down the rough bark of a tree
Then plink… it plunges to one of the tiny puddles on the soft earth.

And while I adore the gorgeous growing grass, the contented cattle and the grins of the men around the yards at smoko, there is ONE weather-induced thing I am not so keen on…

I JUST CLEANED THIS CAR!!

Ah well, as one of our PM’s once commented (kind of) life wasn’t meant to be too damned easy!

PS… Just heard from my flood-bound friend who is currently cleaning debris and sludge out her stinky muddy home, and inspecting damage to her new kitchen, does not know how many of their cattle they have lost, is unable to get out to get her wedding invites done and sent and has no internet (and often no phone) …

I didn’t mention my silly muddy car to her. Can’t think why??

Til next time

Bush Babe