Saturday, 27 August 2016

... a freshness a newness ...



By Simone McPherson

A couple of days ago we had rain and not just any old rain this was the rain sent directly from Heaven in was slow and constant and did not stop for two days.  We got so much rain that the horses where soaked right through …


… and even our old Girl Gabby was pleased to see all that rain as she trotted in behind the others for her morning Breaky.


When a little break appeared in the constant down pour we went out to investigate the country to see how much rain we actually really did get and as we stepped outside all we could hear was the roaring of the gullies and the creeks “… I think we had a good drop …” was El Ranchero’s first comments as we both stood there with big grins on our faces …


Firstly, the cattle troughs were a good place to stop for an idea of what sort of rain we had had overnight ...


Then it was down to one of the paddocks that we knew - that we hoped - we would not become bogged in, to explore one of the many creek crossings and as we neared the crossing we knew that we would not be able to cross that creek at all, my goodness it had risen from about 30cm  ...


... which was usually it’s flow to well over a metre and it was gushing like the rapids that you would ‘white water raft’ in …


We then decided to walk up the creek to investigate the thunderous, roaring sounds that we could hear of water and ‘thunderous’ it most certainly was.


The words escaped me as I stood, as we both stood there speechless to the deafening vision before us …


It was just magnificent in a country that can be so dry one moment then to see the rush of the cappuccino coloured swirling mass of water as it raced past us, we all stood there in wonderment of the magnificence before us. 


Then the rain started again and as we ventured back to the old Ute, still in awe of the strength and power of all that water speeding down the waterways I came across the dainty Red Leaf Wattle – Acacia rubida  – that was beginning to flower with rain droplets upon its little pompom blossoms … then it was homeward bound as we could become bogged. 

On the second day we went out again to other parts of the property to explore more of the wonderment that the rain had left behind …


… and after overturning a trough the day before we arrived back to find it filled yet again.


 We came across Dams that were filled to capacity infact they were overflowing …


… even the Dam at the bottom of the house was filled and overflowing which we had not seen for a number of years …


 … we found other sections of creek that were just flowing fast oxygenating the cappuccino coloured water as it rushed over rocks and boulders …

… even Maxi and Lily pup decided that they would have a little dip with some coaxing from El Ranchero …


I came across some more Knife-edge Wattles – Acacia cultriformis – that had too, been weighed down with the down pour with little droplets still clinging to its little bobble yellow blossoms …


 ... as well as some more of the lovely little dainty Red leaf Wattle - Acacia rubida ... 


 … there was the Sticky Hop bushes – Dodonaea viscosa- too that were all starting to flower as well with their lovely burgundy all the way to orange pods …

 … we found another swollen creek that we could not cross and …


… so we just stood there and watched mesmerised by the swirling and the gargling of the water as it passed us by … 


 … and now the countryside has taken on different hues …


… as it silently gave a sigh of relief for all that wonderful water that not only quenched the ground it also washed clean all the leaves and bark of the trees and bushes …


… even my little gardens are now bursting with new growth from all that natural Nitrogen fixing rain …


Before that day came to a close we checked the feeders to make sure that all was dry and in operation for the cattle …


And as the cattle wandered up to investigate what it was that we were up too …


 … they too, seemed to have taken on the appearance of renascence, of a freshness a newness to the way they looked out to the invigorated landscape before them, as we all did …