Merry Storm Season
While you may be listening to carols wherever you are in this wonderful world, I am listening to rain on a tin roof – perhaps the greatest of Christmas gifts.
After days of furnace like heat with temperatures over 40 (that’s 104 for those of you snow-bound); temperatures hot enough to do this:
and with Brian among a long line of trucks draining the produce store of water-soluble fertilizer, the storms arrived.
Last year the storms didn’t turn up at all (and our accountant wonders why our income looked so bad!!), in 2009 they brought only lightning and fires, and although they may not yet be enough to break this drought we, and our country, are rejoicing.
Our poinciana Christmas tree (top picture) is in festive bloom, as are the frangipanis,
while the bougainvilleas threaten to engulf the house.
The long suffering lawn has turned from brown to luscious green in a matter of days and more importantly so has the grass in the paddocks. Cows frolic and frogs chorus.
Another storm rumbled its way across our skies this afternoon – strong winds, thunder and lightning, horizontal rain – to deposit another 13mm of wet stuff and rather than race indoors to watch in awe-struck wonder through the windows, I sat on an old couch on the veranda and relished being part of it.
And there I was discovered by Bonnie, Clyde and Bo, who would prefer if they never saw another storm. Not content with merely clambering onto the couch, they insisted on sitting on me, under me and across me, and the four of us curled into a tight ball of warm beating hearts.
’tis the joy of storm season.
Merry Christmas Mob – may you have a grand one. xxx