Yes, followers, the rain is on a Mexican stand off with some weathery thingies going on that the Bureau can explain, and I barely understand but know it means warm weather!
When the cold returns (and surely it doth) our flora will be thrown into melee and shock, as will the animals, who's skins and fur are completely confused and think it's time to do unseasonal things - like molt. Meanwhile, the paddocks that were looking beaten and near-barren are springing to life - new grass shoots rise from the pugging, the wattles are in full, yellow splendour and...the flies are out.
Anyhow, I can't wait to cut our first season of hay. Oh, and to build some fashion of hay shed for it. Now I'm just getting ahead of myself. Easy to do when the breeze blows cool off the creek, interrupted by gentle thermals coming in off the hills and it's the first week of August, when buds and baby native animals are tucked away out of the frost!
I guess I'll have to take some photos soon...
When the cold returns (and surely it doth) our flora will be thrown into melee and shock, as will the animals, who's skins and fur are completely confused and think it's time to do unseasonal things - like molt. Meanwhile, the paddocks that were looking beaten and near-barren are springing to life - new grass shoots rise from the pugging, the wattles are in full, yellow splendour and...the flies are out.
Anyhow, I can't wait to cut our first season of hay. Oh, and to build some fashion of hay shed for it. Now I'm just getting ahead of myself. Easy to do when the breeze blows cool off the creek, interrupted by gentle thermals coming in off the hills and it's the first week of August, when buds and baby native animals are tucked away out of the frost!
I guess I'll have to take some photos soon...
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