Today is for nesting, for staying snug.The whole eastern seaboard of Australia is in the thrall of a ‘weather event’.
When I was a child, extreme weather arrived with little forewarning beyond the gathering of storm clouds and other ominous signs like Grandma’s rheumatism. With increasingly sophisticated technology comes early warning systems and therefore, more time to prepare.
I am prepared today, but must admit to mild anxiety for how the current weather onslaught will affect my garden. Although sheltered, the walled courtyard creates unnatural wind pockets so I braced my shallow-rooted Singapore frangipanni and moved my orchids under cover to protect the delicate blooms. So far, my plants and I are bearing up well.
The rain is a blessing though. The month of May has been a record dry month. I’ve had to rely on my irrigation system which draws stored rainwater from underground tanks. But there’s no denying rain is different, more appreciated; the plants lift their faces heavenward to receive the weather gods’ sweet libation.
But when is too much enough? 190mls in the last 12 hours here on the coast. 230 mls on our nearby mountain village of Springbrook. King tides and flood warnings. Closed beaches and washing-machine surf. The weather gods are doing their worst.
My grandson woke me early this morning to say Cudgeon Creek was overflowing. Exciting news because it means the big storm water ponds near their house are filling – perfect for tadpoles! I didn’t have the heart to tell him tadpole metamorphosis may be slower or even delayed in winter. We had such fun tadpoling last year.
There’s no overstating how vital the natural elements are to gardeners, determining success or otherwise in the garden. Old wisdom and new technology empowers us to maximise the benefits and minimise the damage. That person with dirt under her nails and one eye constantly trained on the sky (or the weather app on her phone) is surely a gardener. References to weather peppering her conversations confirms it.
Our emotional weather is no less determining. We all endure extreme weather events among sweeter periods of sunny calm. Someone said the sun is always shining above the clouds – something to remember when dark clouds roll in and threaten to stay.
She stood in the storm
And when the wind did not blow her way,
She adjusted her sails.