The grass iz riz

The weather the last few days has been, to say the least, somewhat erratic, Not surprising really. I mean, this IS Victoria, and it IS Spring.

We’ve had a glorious, early Spring day with moderate temps and glorious sunshine followed the next by grey, and ordinary but dry, for a couple of days. It almost goes without saying that this resulted in a concerted attack at ‘pre-fire-season raking, piling and burning.

With acres of gumtrees in the most bushfire-prone country in the world, it’s what you do.

Then back to the sun on Sunday … relaxed breakfast on the verandah in pjs and with accompanying small animals. Rest of the day was devoted to things of a quilty nature… and as is the contrary nature of such things, those two kanga girls waited until just after my weekend quilty guest departed to put in another appearance.

Yesterday it rained … and rained … and rained. 56 mm since 9am.

The goats huddled under the eaves for most of the day until a momentary break allowed them to sprint up the hill to one of the goat houses, albeit the one with the roof that’s threatening to fly off if the wind picks up again.

My wus of a dog refused to go out and do what a dog needs to do if he’s not to explode.

In the end, the only way to persuade him to do what needed to be done, was to put on a coat and wellies, and walk in the rain almost down to the end of the driveway.

The forecast for today is more rain, and more rain, and more rain.

The opinion of four large caprines and one small dog notwithstanding, this is a good thing.

The dam is almost at capacity.

The water tanks that serve the house are full.

The garden is happy.

and this morning, I woke up to this:



Gotta hit the shower, get the boy into town, and then it’s off to spinning in Newstead for a few hours.