A month ago, I would have told you that I would do anything for some rain. Our orchard was looking so dry and brown. The trees were alive, but a bit scraggedy. We were going through jerry can after jerry can of fuel to run the generator, to pump water on the trees (and it's my job to fill the jerry cans and I absolutely hate it). It was getting pretty miserable.
Fastforward to now and I'm getting a bit sick of all the rain.
About a week ago, there was a pretty big rain fall. Our farm only got around 80mm - so enough to give everything a good drink and to top up the tank a little. Bundaberg got around 300mm and roads were flooded and farm crops wiped out.
Since then, it's been off and on rain. Today is day two of virtually non-stop rain. More than a drizzle, less than heavy. Just constant wet.
We've been stuck inside and we're starting to go a little stir-crazy. Every time we dash outside we drag red muddy footprints behind us. It's the coldest we've been for a long time (20 degree maximums - the horror!). The donga is starting to smell a little funky from no airflow (we can't have any windows open otherwise everything gets soaked). The brief patches of sunshine encourage the weeds to grow that little bit taller.
So, I know I'm not allowed to complain about the rain. Rain is good and we love rain. But I'm starting to get just a teensy bit over it.
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