It has been REALLY hot here at Granite Glen… sweaty, steamy, stinking hot. Over 40 degrees celsius hot (too lazy to convert properly, but heading over the 100F in the old scale).
And then, after retreating repeatedly to the pool for a cooling swim, and then standing in front of the overworked air-conditioner to slow our perspiration waterfalls, it finally stormed last night.
With TVs and computers safely turned off, we watched the performance outside: wonderful, glorious, thundering, gutter-overflowing rain. 47mm (almost 2 inches) – a fabulous drenching. Gardens were soaked and grasses rejuvinated after the wilting heat. Washing the steam and sweat and dust away. And reminding me of how beautiful this place is.
So I thought I’d share some recent wet weather photos to get the message across way better than me gabbling on… cause a picture is worth a thousand words, and cause I
miss my camera and must live vicariously through my old photos (well not
that old, only a couple of weeks back really). And cause
some people cannot understand why the hell
I live where I live. Here we go…
I love how the hills disappear in the mist of the morning…
I love how the blooms are heavy and clean with the weight of last night’s storm…
I love how everyday things (like our red creamcan mailbox) get “painted” in abstract scribbles by the raindrops..
I love how my daughter looks as she excitedly dons her raincoat (so rarely used last year) and marches off to the car, ready for Kindy…
I even love the muddy roads, dust-free and a bit exciting where the sandy gravel gives way to blacker soil. Wheeee! 
Even the mud puddles offer little sepia portraits of the surrounding landscape. Everywhere, the artistry of Mother Nature is hard at work…
Wanna tell me why you live where you live? Go on… share!
Love
Bush Babe
PS And in case you are waiting with baited breath to know the latest, Gerard the Goanna is still in residence at Granite Glen – amazingly he has not packed his snakeskin suitcase (ha hah) and headed to the US to bunk in with any of my American friends. He has however, issued a personal invitation to Deb to join him in his residence in his den near the truck ramp down the hill.
5 Comments
jeanie
Reading that made me a tad cooler – we obviously still have the pre-soaking humidity going here.
Anonymous
You live in a truly beautiful place.
Right now in Michigan we are living under a thick blanket of snow.
Did the snake skin fall down with all the rain?
Love you blog!
Life is Good!
debby
I’m glad you’re getting your rain there, and I can see why you’d choose to live in Australia – the kids are exceedingly cute in that part of the world. Pleased as can be that Gerard is still in-country. No. I don’t think I’ll be visiting him soon. I don’t think that there are that many ‘Depends’ in the world.
Pencil Writer
Love the pictures! Especially the misty forest–it looks like that here in Louisiana, too! Especially around rain time. I can remember times when it has rained four inches (don’t know the conversion off hand) in under two hours. Now THAT’S a heap of rain! We call them “toad stranglers” around here. But it is beautiful. I also love the picture of your crepe myrtle. I do so love crepe myrtles! They’re awesome trees/shrubs with their lacy, frilly, flowers even in the hottest summers! I’d have many more in my yard if we weren’t already surrounded by so many trees–too many pines–that block out the sun that the crepe myrtles need to bloom!
The green around here is wonderful! I think you visited my blog one day, don’t know if you noticed the fallen oak across my husband’s truck and most of the front yard? That was the day it rained 4 inches in about 2 hours. Apporoximately 3 of those 4 inches was in an hour’s time–AFTER–the tree fell! What a day. What memories! But the rain is wonderful and the green is lucious!
Thanks for the pictures.
Jenni
There are people who don’t understand why you live there? Poor souls. It is beautiful. Thank you for sharing it and for reminding me why I should be thankful for the muddy road outside my own house.