As if we hadn’t had enough with the bushfires, smoke haze, drought and heat!
We were driving away to see my mother-in-law, in another bushfire affected area of NSW, and we seemed to be trying to outrun this massive storm that was brewing. It was getting closer and closer but watching it from the safety of the car was quite compelling.
Later that day Canberra was hit by a massive hail storm which saw thousands of cars smashed by huge hailstones and lots of damage done to houses and businesses. The CSIRO, an eminent scientific research organisation had many of their glasshouses ruined by the catastrophic storm. You can read more here from ABC News.
By the time the storm hit we were well out of the way of the damaging hail but still we were caught in the very heavy rain. But it was welcome rain!
Despite that, I still like the grey colour in the sky in these photos and the light. Considering they were snapped on my phone as we drove along, I’m quite pleased with how they turned out!
A poem that says it all
“My Country” is a poem about Australia, written by Dorothea Mackellar (1885–1968) at the age of 19 while homesick in the United Kingdom. After travelling through Europe extensively with her father during her teenage years, she started writing the poem in London in 1904 and re-wrote it several times before her return to Sydney.Source
I have always enjoyed the second verse of this poem, as it is the most well known, but upon reading the whole poem again, I felt it all needed to be shared.
The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins. Strong love of grey-blue distance, Brown streams and soft, dim skies I know, but cannot share it, My love is otherwise. “I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains. I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror – The wide brown land for me! The stark white ring-barked forests, All tragic to the moon, The sapphire-misted mountains, The hot gold hush of noon, Green tangle of the brushes Where lithe lianas coil, And orchids deck the tree-tops, And ferns the warm dark soil. Core of my heart, my country! Her pitiless blue sky, When, sick at heart, around us We see the cattle die But then the grey clouds gather, And we can bless again The drumming of an army, The steady soaking rain. Core of my heart, my country! Land of the rainbow gold, For flood and fire and famine She pays us back threefold. Over the thirsty paddocks, Watch, after many days, The filmy veil of greenness That thickens as we gaze ... An opal-hearted country, A wilful, lavish land All you who have not loved her, You will not understand though Earth holds many splendours, Wherever I may die, I know to what brown country My homing thoughts will fly. Dorothea Mackeller
Some more grey skies from the archives!
Enjoy your Sunday. I will be helping out with our Rotary Club at our town’s Australia Day bbq where all the local firefighters and volunteers will be thanked for their efforts in keeping our town safe from the recent bushfires.
It’s more a day to get together and catch up with our neighbours and friends, afterwards there’s a cricket match between the local teams and the visiting Army personnel.
Not your average Australia Day, but then lately nothing has been average has it?
What are your plans or thoughts on Australia Day? Interested to know.
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