It’s autumn, and I welcome the cooler mornings, but we are also having daily deluges more like tropical summer storms.
In the first five days of March we had 124 mm — or six inches if you’re my age — and that’s on top of what we’d already received in 2017.
By New Year it had become so dry that small native trees were dying, citrus were turning up their toes, my creek had stopped running and its isolated pools were becoming stagnant.
But from January 2 we’ve now totted up nearly 15 inches!
These brief but astonishingly intense autumn rainbursts make a joke of my carefully planned drainage systems, with pop-up waterfalls taking much of my soil down to the creekflats below.
They have filled and overfilled the ‘pond’ that has been bone dry for months.
Up close, they looked more like aquatic mini rats, with their pointy noses and long tails.
Next day they seemed to be less often swimming under the water than hanging from the surface vertically, blowing bubbles, opening and closing their mouths in air.
Clearly not fish nor rats but growing amphibians… froglets, frogs, soon to be adding to the frog chorus here!