We came home yesterday after being up in the "Rich River Country" (Echuca/Moama). Sadly, the visit wasn't a happy occasion - it was to say goodbye to my Uncle, who passed away during the Black Saturday bushfires.
We were woken up early Friday morning to the sound of heavy rain on the roof - a sound we havn't heard for a long time now. Stawell received 9.4mm (0.37 inches) on Friday, and another 9.4mm today so far. It is all very welcome, but the garden could do without the strong winds that are breaking my snowpeas in half and bending over the broccoli! The rain also split some of the carrots in the ground, including the massive purple dragon variety that I was planning on keeping in the ground to go to seed next year. I'm still not complaining, though! :)
The water tanks are just under half full already, and the council-owned channel behind our property (along the train line) is flowing with water - a sight we've never seen!
Here is Marty in the drenched backyard!
..and here's Marty grabbing a ladder to clear the inlet for the water tank. It was overflowing due to leaves blocking it up. Thankfully he saw it quick-smart, and we didn't loose too much of the precious water.
Meanwhile, I was putting buckets under the leaks in the kitchen and cooking a chicken stock for tonight's dinner. ;)
We are told to expect yet more rain before another dry spell. Thankfully, even in the heaviest of downpours, the loungeroom and bedroom remain dry and warm. We will need to get cracking on the renovations/restorations very soon, though!
Until next time.