Weather-wise the seasons are standing on their head. Although
we are in our second week of summer, there still are spring
blossoms on the orange trees.
Here it is either feast or famine, after sustaining eight years
of drought, we now have floods. Luckily our houses are not
in the valley so at least inside we are dry but the rain has been
pelting down (see previous post) and cutting channels at all
overflows from tanks and deep grooves in our driveways.
The one good thing about all this rain is that we will have
enough water stored for a couple of years at least. Old
established trees are at last getting a good drink and the water
table has also been somewhat replenished.
The smaller creatures are confused and think it is autumn.
The spiders are busily web-making and last night I was
entertained by the dance of the rats in the ceiling. They
seemed to think that the winter rains had come and it was
time to move house. Thinks . . . another job to do . . . put
Ratsak behind the ceiling vents . . .
The rose garden is denuded of blooms, all petals stripped of
by the massive downpour. At least the unseasonably plentiful
supply of water and nitrogen from the thunderstorms will make
them bloom better than ever.
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