A Summer Storm

Our holiday has finally come to an end.  We want to be back on The Farm by tomorrow as there is the threat of some rough weather due to Tropical Cyclone Bianca making her way down the Western Australian coast.  On the off chance she crosses near us we think a weatherboard beach house is probably not the place to be.  Likewise, as with any summer storm, the fire risk on The Farm is huge and we would feel more comfortable being there to deal with anything that may occur.

Tropical Cyclones do not usually come this far down the Western Australian coast but it is not unknown.  One of my first childhood memories is of my mother tucking towels under doors in our home in the Great Southern.  It was 1978 and Cyclone Alby was tracking right down toward Albany.  I am not sure why it stands out in my mind. Perhaps because it was the first time I had seen my parents worried.

Last night we had some thunder and lightning pass over at about 3.30 am.  Both Farmchildren wound up in our bed with their hands over their ears.  Farmgirl was worried the lightning would come through the window and Farmboy just didn't like "the bangs".

Living on The Farm we are so influenced by the weather.  I don't have time to write much this morning but I did write a whole post devoted to the weather when I first started to blog.  Click here if you want to take a look.

Take care everyone, wherever you are.

We Will Be Here Again

A Storm On A Sunday Morning

It has been threatening to rain and be stormy all weekend at The Farm.  Yesterday was very hot, humid and still.  Today the weather has broken and we have had a little rain and a lot of thunder.

I love watching the grey sky and seeing the weather coming in over the big hill behind The Farmhouse.

Looking West

I also love how the stubble glows a warm yellow against the grey sky.  Everything smells damp when you go outside.

Looking South

The Farmchildren are very scared of thunder.  Earlier this year The Farmhouse scored a direct hit from lightening with myself and the Farmchildren inside.  It was very loud and has resulted in them both being  frightened ever since. They are certain that we will explode if it occurs again, mainly because that's what a lot of our appliances did the first time.  This morning Farmboy built what he called a "storm protection cubby" on his bed for himself and his sister.  Apparently it stops you exploding if lightening hits.  It seems to have worked because we have all escaped unscathed.

In other news from The Farm, the chookhouse snake has not been sighted again but one of our chooks has died from what looked like snake bite.  That snake needs to find somewhere else to live....Or else.
Farmgirl has decided she no longer wants a pet pony for Christmas and would prefer a pet camel.  Farmboy is still keen on a Harley though.

I hope everyone has a lovely Sunday, wherever you are.