Although it feels like the end of Winter, Spring it is. Rain, rain, more rain. This is the wettest year since we moved here (is it 17 years already?), and the weeds are ten feet tall (I might be exaggerating, but if you saw down the back fence, you’d know it for fact!). The water tanks are full, ready for summer (next week!). This is a rare event. Usually, by the end of spring, the tank water is all gone to keep the vegie (yes, this is how I spell vegie, meaning vegetable – there are no double gees in vegetable, therefore, there are no double gees in vegies; maybe I should just say veg? Okay.) garden alive.
There’s a rain gauge down the back near the citrus trees. I measure each rainfall event, and add the numbers to a book. This year, I had to change the gauge because the rainfall was too heavy for the standard measure. The new one measures up to 100ml. The last one measured up to 35ml. This is the first year that it overflowed. Substantially. My neighbour told me that the day it overflowed was the day he measured 47ml of rain.
November, in Adelaide, averages about 30ml. This year, I’ve measured 79ml, not counting the losses on the overflow day.
That’s a lot of rain.
And now there’s a jungle of weeds. Some I’ve never seen before. Some I’ve been fighting for 16 years. I used to win a few battles, but this year, the whole war is lost.
Although I’m enjoying the idea that the aquifers will fill, the rivers and creeks will flush, and birds and fish will do well out of the season, I’m a bit sick of being wet. How do people who live in wet areas (like Ireland) survive that damp state of being that never goes away?
Anyway. It’s still Spring for a few days, but Summer is close. And that means hot. I wonder what will happen to all those sappy green weeds when the true weather arrives?
Good compost, if I remove the seeds and flowers. That’s how I’m thinking of it (and someone else is doing the weeding while I orchestrate the work processes). More green for the worms – of which there are a huge abundance this year (I’ve even sold a handful here and there for a reasonable price – and not for chook food).
It’s not what usually happens, but I’m looking forward to Summer this year. I’m looking forward to being dry for a few days at a time.
Next week, I’m doing a preview of a new anthology: The Haunted Train: Creepy Tales from the Railways: Gothic Ghost and Horror Stories
It’s on presale now, for the low price, which reverts to the normal price after publication date. I have a story in this one, Blood Lake Train.