Not a drenching, unfortunately, but a steady light rain.
Which is better than nothing. Overnight some of our driest inland areas have received a bit, and currently, there’s a wet grey haze over everything out there. It smells wonderful, the temperature is pleasantly moderate, and if nothing else, I won’t have to water the garden. And leaving the laundry out on the line appears to have done its usual magic. I’d dug out all my large white damask tablecloths in preparation for Christmas, washed them and left them on the line in the sun to bleach and air. So of course it was going to rain….
The cane harvest finished yesterday. This region had its biggest ever cut, 5.5 million tonnes. But the new young cane that’s coming through is looking yellow and stressed, and unless it gets water at this critical early stage, next year’s crop is in danger. So the farmers will be very happy this grey and drizzly Saturday morning. And best of all, they won’t have to pay for power and water for irrigation today and perhaps for a few more days.
Out in the ocean north of Australia, some storm cells are gathering, but nothing like what we’d normally expect to see. Yes, there’s circulating activity over the Philippines, but that’s too far north to affect us. The proper monsoon front has just not formed. Yet…
We’d planned to take Miss Scarlett (our big motorbike) out for a ride this morning. It’s early yet – 7am, we’re due to meet friends at 9am, have a ride, and then have a barbecue. But if this continues, I think plans will be shelved, at least for a while. It’s not that we’re afraid of getting wet, we have the proper clothing, but the roads will be dangerously slippery for anything on two wheels, for a while at least. And since this was supposed to be a fun ride, rather than a feat of endurance, why put ourselves in danger?
The froglets are delighted, and letting us know in song….