DianaDrought breaking rain in Melbourne.... (LINK)
May 16th 2008 22:54
Melbourne is sodden this morning.
Sodden. Squelchy. Squirty. Soaked.
Our young dog has figured out how to bounce itseslf on the trampoline and propel over the fence into the lane beyond. She has just scratched on the front door and been let in by the un-suspecting kids. Sopping wet.
She has also been busy while we were sleeping destroying a toilet roll into a thousand tiny pieces.
Rose is fully weaned but on this wet morning she can be seen 'sleeping in' in her little shed, which I filled with straw last night in anticipation of the 'big break'. She is curled and quiet.
Actually she is mostly quiet these days, the hours of belly-aching and roaring for the bottle over at last.
Tis a long time indeed since Melbourians had the pleasure of such a wet prospect. The leaks above our bed have been re-ignited in our hovel too. Great.
But I can imagine the hearts of parents sinking as they survey the downpour and wonder how to navigate the weekend with little kids running amok, bored husbands, pets underfoot and the washing never dry. We are just not used to it in this fair southern city.
And is it raining in our country regions? Are farmers jumping for joy at the sound of 'gold on the roof', money in the bank, as they call it? Is it raining at Emu?
I have to tell you that here in Melbourne I have allowed my front garden lawn and plants to grow totally thick, lush and luxuriant, in complete opposite of Emu. Wisteria has gone crazy, roses bloom endlessy and everlasting daisies compete with cape weed. Wonderful!
Emu, last time I looked, was pure dirt. Not a blade of grass to be seen, no growth, no colour. Such a contrast to our wild garden how could you blame me for rebelling against cutting and clipping?
Plus Rose can aways nibble away at the growth.
Don't you think sheep are the total package of environmentally friendly lawnmowers?
Feed, fertilize, friendliness and wool!
Sodden. Squelchy. Squirty. Soaked.
Our young dog has figured out how to bounce itseslf on the trampoline and propel over the fence into the lane beyond. She has just scratched on the front door and been let in by the un-suspecting kids. Sopping wet.
She has also been busy while we were sleeping destroying a toilet roll into a thousand tiny pieces.
Rose is fully weaned but on this wet morning she can be seen 'sleeping in' in her little shed, which I filled with straw last night in anticipation of the 'big break'. She is curled and quiet.
Actually she is mostly quiet these days, the hours of belly-aching and roaring for the bottle over at last.
Tis a long time indeed since Melbourians had the pleasure of such a wet prospect. The leaks above our bed have been re-ignited in our hovel too. Great.
But I can imagine the hearts of parents sinking as they survey the downpour and wonder how to navigate the weekend with little kids running amok, bored husbands, pets underfoot and the washing never dry. We are just not used to it in this fair southern city.
And is it raining in our country regions? Are farmers jumping for joy at the sound of 'gold on the roof', money in the bank, as they call it? Is it raining at Emu?
I have to tell you that here in Melbourne I have allowed my front garden lawn and plants to grow totally thick, lush and luxuriant, in complete opposite of Emu. Wisteria has gone crazy, roses bloom endlessy and everlasting daisies compete with cape weed. Wonderful!
Emu, last time I looked, was pure dirt. Not a blade of grass to be seen, no growth, no colour. Such a contrast to our wild garden how could you blame me for rebelling against cutting and clipping?
Plus Rose can aways nibble away at the growth.
Don't you think sheep are the total package of environmentally friendly lawnmowers?
Feed, fertilize, friendliness and wool!
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