Addiction, apologies and catching up

I have a confession to make today. I am a shocker - I have a real problem actually.

Do you have ANY idea how many photos I take? Literally hundreds a month. I try to slow down, but it's my crack. My poison. And I figure it ain't hurting no-one with my addictive pastime, except for my hard drive (and my grammar apparently!).
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And when readers and friends say: 'How on earth do you think of your next blog post?'
My response is usually: 'Are you kidding? If I was laid up for the next six months, I have enough blog fodder saved there for daily contributions to the chaos of www!'

My problem is not WHAT to write and blog about, it's finding the time to do it. Sure I can take the photos and have a rough idea what I am going to write with them, but generally I can't sit down and focus on it until late at night - after when all my loved ones are fed, bathed and tucked into bed. It explains why so many typos make it to the 'publish' button.

(That's my excuse and I am sticking with it!)

For instance, I have a small mountain of photos from after Christmas - when the rain started falling (finally) and softening the views from our windows (and the faces of our workforce). I am finding an excuse to post some of them now - as it's been raining again this week (three and a half inches of gorgeous precipitation into our rain gauge) and as I am reintroducing Weather Watch Wednesday. (Yes, I know it's not Wednesday, this is a PREVIEW. Stay with me!).
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Here are some shots of the kids from a month ago - exploring a gully running with water. There had been a heavy downpour with that same amount (as we had this week) falling in a couple of hours. It's amazing how differently the country 'lets go' of the water with the different rates of rainfall. This week, the water simply soaked into the ground. No run-off.

No ready-made waterfall-filled playground for Dash and Violet...

It was incredible how quickly the Nintendos and Wii games were forgotten as they frolicked in the stream. Exactly as I did when I was a youngster growing up here... before either of these devices had been dreamed of.

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We had also checked out the river bed during the last lot of rain...

Here Dash demonstrates his 'Jesus Walk' .

It only lasted 1/100 of a second, but the moment is officially filed in our Historical Events!
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Mr Incredible also checked out how far the water levels were rising in the river bed. Did you know that rivers keep running BELOW a sandy river bed like this? Even if you cannot see it from above, dig a little and you can generally find sand-filtered water...

The river was running about two feet below the natural level of the sand.

In the old days, cattlemen would use hollowed out tree trunks to bury into the sand, digging out the sand inside the circle of timber, and viola: a trough of clean water for animals to quench their thirst. I actually have a couple of these old sand troughs as 'pots' in my garden.

Hey - there is something I haven't photographed lately...

Oh wait... hang on... lookee here:

In the archives baby.

See that timber thing in the background of this lily photo taken at this time.

One of the unposted thousands...

*Sigh*

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So Weather Watch next Wednesay, okay?

Would love you to catch me up on the last month of Mother Nature's efforts in your neck of the woods, in the comments section below?

And while you are there... what's your poison?

Something you KNOW an addiction you KNOW you should cut down on, but just can't?

Make me feel better please!