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Let It Snow…

I snuggled under my down quilt last night, listening to the wind buffeting the house and snapping the shade cloth over the breeze-way like a spinnaker on a yacht.  Through the open curtains I could spy the trees whipping back and forth in a hazy, dark blue world, and I was glad of the cuddly warmth of my bed and the fireplace on the other side of the wall, making sure our bedroom was nice and cosy.

It was still dark when I struggled out of bed, but the view from the window had already been transformed into a magical winter scene, sparkling in the light thrown onto the snow covered garden from our room.

In that instant, I, too, was transformed.  Excitement thrilled through me, and I hurried through my chores so that I could wrap up warmly and head outside with my camera to capture some of the beauty of a snow swept morning at SeventySevenAcres.

Winter had arrived…

Snowy leaves and an open gate

Come for a walk with me, beyond the garden gate…

Snow covered trees beside the track

…to see snow covered trees beside the track…

Morning light tinges the snow on the Hill across the Valley a soft, rosy pink

…morning light tingeing the snow on the Hill across the Valley with a soft, rosy pink…

Snow on the little dam above the house

…snow on the little dam above the house….

across the Valley from the top of SeventySevenAcres

…one of my favourite views, across the Valley from the top of SeventySevenAcres…

The Hill seen from further down the track

….The Hill seen from further down the property…

Walking down the track towards the road

….as we walk down the track towards the road…

Down the Valley from the track... not quite so snowy

…to look at the view up the Valley from down near the road (not quite so snowy to the North)…

Walking back up the track, with sunlight just peeking over the mountain and through the trees

…then walking back up the track, with sunlight just peeking over the mountain and through the trees…

 the hardenburgia is buried under a blanket of snow

…to the side gate, where the hardenburgia is buried under a blanket of snow…

over the Valley

…to glance back over the Valley…

... and back to the house

… and then up to the house, where a warm fire is burning in the grate.

It’s Raining Again…

…well, not actually at the moment, but we are enjoying a rainy start to the new year, which is just fine by me.

Rushing waters of our creek below the dam overflow

Water rushing down our creek below the main dam

 

Right at the moment our tanks are full, the dams are overflowing, the creek is running (rushing might be a better word), and the garden is green.

 

As I write, the sun is shining brightly outside and I even have washing on the line, but there is a cooling breeze and clouds dotted about the horizon, and, every day this last week or so, we’ve had rain blow in about mid-afternoon. Except for the last two days, which have been solid rain, all day!

 

 

Whilst others might lament a rainy summer break (Will certainly is – at least the bit with the afternoon thunder storms where we unplug the computers and TV/DVD player), I’m just loving it. I do admit to being one of those strange people who love the rain, generally, what with going for walks, the sound on the tin roof, curling up with a good book, etc., etc., but I also find it a lot less stressful than long, hot days watching the sky for smoke.  Just me.

Rain across the valley

Rains sweeps in across the valley during one of my walks – beautiful!

 

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Ripples on the Frog Pond in the rain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Downsides? I suppose getting the clothes dry, the track slowly disintegrating as it gets washed down the hill, visiting ‘roos drenched through, Will telling me how bored he is the second he’s unplugged…

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Some damage to the track after a heavy downpour.

 

sheltering from the rain

One of this year’s joeys takes shelter under our eaves.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sitting inside during the thundery downpours definitely has its good points, though. Apart from rediscovering the joys of games like Scrabble and Uno with Will and Matt, I’ve devoured four novels, three gardening books, and uncountable articles on writing, blogging and setting goals.

Hmm. That last point, there, brings me to the months that have gone by in silence since I last posted anything, back in July (very embarrassing when WordPress emailed my 2014 round-up!).

I’ve been feeling bad about that.

So, one of my goals for this year (still to be finalised, thanks to being overwhelmed inspired by so many great ideas, see above) is to make sure I have a blogging schedule. I’m going to be realistic and not promise anything weekly, but will be working on at least once a fortnight, looking at projects around the property, our visiting wildlife, the sheer beauty and serenity of living at Seventy Seven Acres, the occasional recipe or two, and random thoughts and ideas that pop up.

See you down the track in 2015!

Oh, and Happy New Year – a bit late perhaps, but let’s hope we all have a good one.

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…this still early day

Early mornings always call to me…

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The soft light of the morning sun through the branches of an old tree beside the track.

… and this morning was no exception.

Up with the birds, I pottered around the house, checked my emails, found my camera, and waited for the subtle light of dawn to become strong enough to light my way for a morning stroll.  I was eager to be out and about.

It has been hot of late.  I mean hot.  Too hot to do much outside.  We had a week with temperatures soaring over 40 degrees Celsius, with the sun too brilliant in a stark blue sky, and gusty, drying winds.  Every morning we closed up the house, drawing blinds and shutting windows to keep the heat out, and spent our days in quiet reading and long cool drinks.

Saturday saw us loading the water tank onto the back of the Land Rover and checking the pumps as the sky thickened with smoke blowing up from fires down the coast and to the south of us.  Keeping track of updates on the NSW RFS feed, we were very aware of five fires within 20 to 30 kilometres of Seventy Seven Acres.  Will and I were just back from a brief sojourn down at the beach, arriving home to find Matt busily preparing hoses and pumps, not sure, at that stage, how far away the fires were.

Having driven back through the smoke, and seen the way it was blowing inland as we got closer to home, I was pretty sure we were safe, but we were both keen to be certain.  At Matt’s suggestion, I turned the car around and did a bit of a trek down the Valley to check for any as yet unreported columns of smoke closer to home.  Matt was wondering whether there might be something in the forest reserve on our southern boundary which could have explained why the smoke was so heavy out our way.  All, however, was apparently clear  –  but the smoke was still getting thicker, and the wind was picking up.

I hadn’t unpacked the car from our overnighter at the beach, and decided that it could wait.  Just in case.

Then came the rain.

Not much, or for long, but enough to clear the air and damp down the parched grass.  It rode in on a southerly change which brought cooler air.  We all breathed again, and stood around in the rain, glad of the respite from the heat (and smoke).

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Trees reflecting in the still water of the bottom dam…

So, this morning I was determined to get out for a walk and take advantage of the milder weather.

I enjoyed my ramble around the bush, heading up the track and across to the top of the block before taking a diagonal path down towards the second creek and back to the rough track past the bottom dam and on below the house.  I then took a brief detour down the towards the road, then back up beyond the main dam, before cutting back to the house, taking some quick photos on the way.  Both dams are looking low after the hot, dry spell, but nothing to panic about, yet.

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You can see how the main dam is sitting a good 30cm lower than capacity.

All the tanks are close to full, and we have a bit more rain forecast for the coming week.  The sky is heavy with cloud at the moment, and I’m watching it carefully, but I don’t think it will rain before tonight.

I’m hoping that we’ll get enough rain to top up the dams and maybe green the place up a bit more, but even a small amount will be welcome…

… and if I’m lucky, I might even get to go for a walk in the rain tomorrow morning.