The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!
Yep, she hit the nail on the head there, Wide and brown it is at the moment.
Earlier this year, we were having issues getting around, due to flooding on some roads or, the ferry being closed due to Debris or extra high tide making it dangerous.We were able to give our neighbours who live on bought water a whole tank full because ours were overflowing.
Now we have bought water twice in the last 3 months anda re often waking up to smoke so thick you can’t see across the road. Grass all over the place is so dry and crunchy under foot, for a whole week, every Night the news was an hour long special to cover the fires. Sadly many have lost everything, yet in some cases their neighbours have lost nothing.
the biggest annoyance from the media was the claim of a “300km wall of fire” which I’m still trying to work out what magic of math they used to calculate, one major fire was when they laid the RFS image over a map of Sydney reached from Bondi to Penrith which is around an hours drive so say 60-80 Kms , the other was 25-30kms and the 3rd was around 14kms….. these are the lengths of the burn area, which from what I can figure from RFS imaging that shows where the flames are is burning around the edges but not so much in the middle, so perhaps the total circumferences ads up to 300 km but a circle isn’t a wall
We Live in a wooden house that backs onto a national park surrounded by trees that constantly fill the gutters with leaves, if a major fire were to come through this area we would also lose if not everything, close enough to it so I won’t blame people for being less than prepared life is busy. Sadly we will soon have the lovely trees that surround our house removed, we are slowly working at removing the big weeds (privet trees) and as much as the boy hates the Idea I dream of terracing with sand stone and grass, I suspect the closest we’ll get to sandstone is coloured concrete in a DIY terracing system, and if I want grass I’ll have to grow it and mow it myself but one has to dream
I’m hoping the promised rain will show up in the next couple of days, a bath would be lovely and I want my flowers to grow