Not a drop of rain since last … what? … November maybe? and so what happens ?
Well, for a start, in the last couple of weeks, there have been at least four local [small and quickly bought under control ] fires started under suspicious circumstances. Then there was another started by someone who didn’t know enough not to use a ride-on mower on a total fireban day.
Day after day, the thermometer has soared over 30C. Way over 30C.
There have been predicted light showers that didn’t eventuate
So it was a bit of a surprise yesterday when the clouds rolled in, and got darker and darker, and …
this strange wet stuff started hitting the ground.
Now what’s it called? Been so long, I had trouble identifying it. Starts with an ‘R’ if memory serves.
Oh yeah, that’s it!
it’s such a novelty we just sat on the verandah watching the lightning and listening to the delayed rumbles of thunder.
Bear wasn’t entirely sure about the whole undertaking
and was much happier once David and I decamped indoors.
There wasn’t what you’d call a downpour but the garden said “thankyou”
and now, thanks to four whingeing goatie girls who didn’t want to get wet sprinting for Casa Caprine, and therefore, opted for huddling under the house eaves, I have a house slightly redolent of eau-de-wet-goat-poo and a happy garden.
* of course today was 30C again and I needed to use the A/C, but hey. we got rain yesterday!