wet wet wet

Call it climate change (or whatever might be politically correct?) but here in Tasmania's Northeastern Highlands, we have been experiencing local weather patterns as they were 50 years ago -that is, rain, rain and more rain!

Once it was so dry that when the dogs ran past, there were little puffs of dust behind their paws, (just like in the cartoons). Then everything caught on fire and I said i would never complain about rain again...not that i am complaining but there is alot to learn when it rains constantly for 2 weeks !

the sound of the rain on the tin roof is a siege dinn, the house-site turns to a huge butterscotch mud pie, the driveway doesn't work anymore (oh, the slippery slope!), there are leaks where there never were, the spillways on the dams become small creeks, all the tanks overflow, the white gums turn from milk white to a spectrum of green and the land seeps water for 3 weeks after the rain stops. It is Frog Heaven.

We have many different sorts of rain in Tasmania- i wonder if the Original People had 47 different words for rain? The Scots call a species of small rain a 'Smirrrrrh" ( i am guessing at the spelling- imagine it said with a thick brogue!)

Amazing, beautiful clean water, catch it in by the bucket ( ten dollars worth

if i bought it at the shop and i would have to dispose of the packaging after!)