I spent 40 formative years in New Zealand and left behind a son and daughter when I moved to Australia. So obviously have an excuse to go back often for a visit
I have just returned from 4 idyllic weeks spending time with my family in this country I love. The weather was perfect, sun every day, mid 20’s temperature, no humidity and dropping to 12 to 14deg for a comfortable nights sleep snuggled under the blankets.
But the farmers are not happy, with no rain for weeks the grass has stopped growing and the land is cloaked in brown instead of the usual green.
I know only too well that feeling of sadness as plants wither in the garden and watering is a daily chore and I wonder how our garden is coping back in Australia.
But it is like a role reversal. When I arrived home, 3 days ago, it was to a wet, chilly and very green country. It had rained almost every day during the 4 weeks we were away and the growth was phenomenal. Everything in the garden had not only survived but thrived and it was like a jungle.
Yesterday it was another stormy day making it 22 days out of 30 that it rained, with a total of 209mm for the month.(Our house sitter kindly kept a record for us and did a great job of looking after everything.)
As the day ended and the rain stopped I looked out to see this amazing rainbow.Quickly grabbing the camera we rushed down to the end of the street to watch in awe as the sun created a magical display of glowing, vibrant colours and set Pelican Lake on fire.
Today the sun came out and everything is sparkling. So it was on with the gardening gloves and out with the pruning shears and secateurs. I will soon have a heap of material for the compost heap.
So ends March, another very changeable month