Winter Rain & Rabbits Can Swim

Rain on the tin roof crowding out climate change.
White clouds hugged Willunga Hills, while Huey sent her down in sheets.
Today the rain is exceptional, beautiful, more beautiful than any other time following three years of drought and heatwaves and that nagging fear that the rain may never come again.

Our creek is flowing for the first time in four years. The sound of water gushing down the creek and into the dam with frogs calling is the most delicious lifegiving music I could imagine.
I followed the creek today, as if I don't know where it comes from, stood on the bridge and watched the brown water gush over rocks, under tree roots and on down to the dam.

I scared a rabbit, in his rabbit-like panic he tacked back and forth then plonked into the creek.
Frantic dog paddling began, he bumped into the bank and scrambled up the other side.
I didn't know rabbits could swim. All animals can swim if they have to, can't they? Instinctively paddling for survival. But not all humans. Perhaps they think too much.

RAIN

Life Giving Thirst Quenching RAIN. After 3 months of dry, a heat wave and harvesting on the cracking earth. Now we have wet, sweet rain. Harvested the Cabernet, old vines with attitude, and then headed out to the grand old shiraz with a grey sky. Stopped harvest ... can't have the rain filling your bins or the wine would be watered down so we put away the machinery and opened a bottle of fizz or two just to welcome the wet wet rain. How good can rain on a tin roof sound? Never better.