One thing I try not to do here on this blog is whinge too much...
It's an unattractive look on me. I know this...
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But I have to say that the heat and the dryness of the summer season has been getting to me a little... I hate having to pour water onto our lawn to keep it green. It's necessary both as a decent fire break and to provide something a little relief for tired eyes (and softness on the feet) for the boys as they come home after a hard day out in the paddocks... but it does feel a little wasteful sometimes. Plus I spend half my day dragging sprinklers around our massive houseyard in an attempt to get the green circles of already-sprinkled lawn to meet up! It's one endless colouring-in effort!
The heat has been full-on over Christmas - over 40 degrees Celcius most days. And the view outside has been fading from green to sepia brown, and the once-lush grass stiffening to more crispy texture. So each time clouds gather and threaten, we all look hopefully skywards (and at the online weather radars and forecasts) for some precipitation.
Yesterday, it tried to rain here at the house.
Wet dots sprinkled hopefully on the concrete...
And yet failed to meet up. Again.
I left the sprinklers running (I am getting very superstitious like that - clothes on the line, sprinklers running, showing I am not getting ahead of myself in anticipating the Big Wet!).
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I tried not to feel too disappointed when the sprinkle from heaven stopped after a couple of minutes.
After all, some of our paddocks have recieved some decent rain in the past few days, and leucaena planting will begin shortly. But the house outlook is still brown-edged. My vege garden still thirsty. Is there anything sadder than a wilted lettuce?
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Then this morning, it tried again...

And the dots began to join up...

And pool... and puddle... and I smiled.
Of course, in the "keeping it real" department, I should show you the wider view of this shot...
Horse poo, half-dead lawn and muddy footprints.
Reinforcing my already-stated outlook on life:
Crop the Crap Out.
Heh.
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In case you are wondering, the sprinklers are still running but the drizzle has slowed.
Perhaps I need to add:
Don't blog about the rain til it's finished
to my list of superstitions?
Do you have any weather-related superstitions in your neck of the woods??
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Winner of the pre-Christmas comp announced shortly... and you thought I had forgotten!