Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.
Bill Watterson
We’ve been in and out of drought here at the farm for the past two years.
Byron Bay is rainforest country – it’s usually a place of frequent rainfall. When the rain dried up, huge cracks in the ground opened up in our paddocks. It didn’t rain a drop for months.
Then we had a shower or two. Not nearly enough. Followed by more dry weather. Much of our grass and moss and understory died or died back. Even some of the big old trees began to die. We made watering points for the birds and native animals. We left out fruit and seed, and mulched and hand-watered what we could. We worried about what we would do in fire season.
Just before winter we had a few weeks of wet weather. The grass began to grow again, most of our trees began to recover, and the cracks in the ground healed.
The rain vanished as quickly as it came.
Over winter we had some heavy dews, so the grass greened a little.
But Spring saw us back in drought.
When we heard the patter of gentle rain on the roof last night I opened the windows wide for the smell and the sound. We went to bed early, and lay awake in the dark, listening to the rain and then the gurgling of water trickling from the roof gutters into the down-pipes that feed our rainwater tanks. It wasn’t nearly enough rain – just a light coastal shower. But it was a start.
We went to sleep to the sounds of frogs croaking and the drip of water from rain-slick trees. It was the most heavenly music. Better than any concert!
I hope it’s a sound we hear much more in the coming months.
For us, and all of our drought-affected friends.
Much love, Nicole xx
I love laying in bed and listening to it rain.
I was so excited last week when it rained ,I recorded 3 mins of rain on the roof.So I can remind myself what it sounds like until it happens again😊
Nicole my huz and I enjoy watching ‘Think Tank’ and did you know Sydney had one of the worst droughts on record in 1902 and to help with water restrictions the Government and Councils allowed bathing during daylight hours to save the town’s water.
The first stanza of Dorothea Mackellar’s ‘My Country’ says ‘I love a Sunburnt Country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains, I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror, The wide brown land for me!’
I love the rain and hope that you get the rain you need
My sister in Yelgun is really holding out for rain, they just had to buy water on their country property. They’re really desperate as winter has been so dry. That’s one problem we never have in Brittany, we’re forecast rain for the next 10 days.