Hills. Dwarfed By The Trunk Of A Eucalyptus Yellowbox.
Before the beginning of summer in my rural patch, which is the picturesque hills of the Central Tablelands of NSW. We experienced a one in a hundred year rain event. It just rained. And rained. And rained. More rain fell in November than in almost the whole year to date.
When it ended, our paddocks were lush and green. As they were for as far as the eye could see. Lusher than we can ever remember.
January started with a heat wave. That doesn’t seem to end. First it was day after day in the low 30C’s. Then the mid 30’s.
February morphed into even hotter temperatures. High 30C’s. Low 40C’s. Culminating in a week of 46C at 2pm. In the shade. Almost every afternoon.
This past Sunday was Catastrophic Sunday. The NSW Rural Fire Service (NSWRFS) predicted it would be a day of unprecedented fires. Which it was.
