It’s been a long wait, but finally the weather has broken. Still hot, though…
It started middle of last week, when the temperature and humidity started to spike. This is usually a sign that we’re going to get some organised banging and crashing. Thursday was 31C/88F and the humidity was around 50%. Friday was 33C/91F and the humidity was around 60%. Last night we got a few distant rumbles, a few flashes and then a gentle, steady rain. The garden’s loving it.
This is where we are this morning. Still drizzling, getting hotter, very, very humid. I won’t be able to dry laundry outside at all for a while, since it’s only marginally wetter than the air when it comes out of the machine! My hair won’t dry after my shower without a hairdryer. We have to keep the aircon running, not just for the heat, but to keep things dry. And it’s the same for the rest of the week. But at least we’re not in the path of Tropical Cyclone Alessia, which is building up into a minor hissy fit off the north of Western Australia, heading for the Northern Territory. She’s only a category one, so she’ll be bringing storms and strong winds and not much else. But hopefully the front will drag rain across the middle of Australia to all those inland areas which are so desperate for rain.
Like most Australians, I’ve become addicted to the Bureau of Meteorology website. It’s generally very accurate in its forecasts, unlike the TV news stations, and I love the real-time satellite weather maps, showing who’s getting rain, how much, and where. If you dig down, there are all kinds of fascinating motherlodes of information about river levels, watersheds, statistics, and fire risk. The warnings issued for cyclones are timely, carefully worded and to be respected. Everyone in the tropics has BOM bookmarked in their browser. They do an outstanding job.
On the domestic front, I’m bracing myself for a bit of storm damage in the garden. Already the flowers on the cannas are ragged and pulped. All the big leafy stuff, though, is looking obnoxiously perky and smug. The begonias have had it, and I’ve resigned myself to being unable to maintain a decent begonia presence. They’re too sensitive for the Big Weather we get here. My baby fruit trees are holding up well. Their tubs are carefully positioned under the edge of the carport roof, so they don’t catch the full weight of the downpour and flood out, but they do get the residual rain that drifts inwards. So far, it’s working well.
We’re due at a barbecue this afternoon. Plan B is in operation. Our host has a high level house (on stilts, very common here), so we’re gathering under the house. Should be fun!