Rain on New Years Day! I feel very happy sitting inside with my cup of tea watching those lovely droplets falling on the orange grove, irrigating the orchard and the paddocks, and filling up our water tank.
The grass here has been drying out and turning brown over the last few weeks so it’s a relief to have rain to (fingers crossed) stimulate another flush of green. Drought is predicted for our part of the country over summer; a scary prospect for this novice farmer. We still have hay in the shed, but Bonnie and Summer eat like — well, like horses actually — and I have no idea yet how much grass will be enough.
Relying on tank water is also new to us and keeps me very connected with the weather. During these recent dry times there’s been a little query in my head each time I turn on a tap. ‘How much do we have left in the tank?’, ‘Is this flush my last?!’. Of course I knew living in town that clean water was a limited resource, but when it keeps coming out of the tap endlessly it’s easy to become just a little complacent. I like being self sufficient for water and the sense of responsibility that engenders.
Earlier today, when the rain was a drizzle rather than a downpour, I was working on a garden project. Once the rain eases up and I can take some less waterlogged photos (it’s going to be my Mediterranean garden corner so a modicum of sunshine would be appropriate), I’ll write my first before and after post, just like a real blogger!
Kitty-Pop helped me a bit with the gardening. Mainly that involved sitting where I wanted to plant something and insisting on being the first to walk on the paving slabs.
Then she retired to a dry spot on top of the barbecue to give her directions from there. Never take gardening advice from a cat, they’re always wanting more catnip and less kale.