Australia’s being hit by (yet) a(nother) force of nature. While the bushfires still tear through great swathes of land, a tropical cyclone makes landfall, quickly turns into a low, but does not go away. It takes it’s time moving down nearly the full length of the continent (an almost unprecedented event and you have to go back 50 years to find something similar) dumping tons of water along the way. In my back garden we got 14o mms (5 1/2 inches) yesterday bringing the 2 day total to about 170 mm (6 1/2 in) and it’s still raining (though just a drizzle).
My chickens spent the entire day under my house (I took pity on them and moved a food container under there so they didn’t have to go out and get soaked) and my bees stayed in their hives.
High winds were predicted but didn’t eventuate – at least not in my little patch of the world. I feel guilty in saying the rain’s been wonderful for my yard – the summer has been brutally dry with record high temperatures and, though I can water the vegetables, the earth has dried out. I worried for all my trees and the foundation of my house.
Then came this blessed rain. There was a lot of it but it built slowly, stayed steady and you could almost watch the ground drinking it in with pleasure. Many fellow Aussies have lost their homes, some their lives, and here’s it’s like an answer to a prayer. Mother Nature sure can be both heartless and fickle all the while being a wonderful provider.