Julian told me at the post office there was 17ml in his gauge this morning. This after 25 ml on the weekend for a total of 42ml. "But it varied a lot. Bruce had 36ml on the weekend at the farm." My own gauge showed 22ml on Sunday morning, there was rain after that, and this morning after steady rain last night I tipped out 32ml, for a total of 52 for the few days. That's 10ml more than Julian, just a couple of k's away.
Jod's been picking field mushrooms at the farm, I had a nice plateful for breakfast this morning. The pine mushies have also responded. Yesterday's pick went into a chicken casserole in the crockpot, and the big bag I picked this morning sits waiting. There's more than I can eat, I'll try and flog some to the 'Herb and Spice' people who pick up at the farm, but it's a matter of timimg. It's not easy to give them away as friends and neighbours are reluctant to eat them.
My highlight from the rain came on Sunday morning, as I came down Quinn Rd. Eight eastern rosellas were gathered around a puddle in the the road. The puddle was just deep enough in the middle to make a good bird bath, for one bird. I stopped to watch. The birds, the most beautiful of birds they are, were taking it in turn to have a good clean. The dogs scared them into flight, their bright green rump feathers glistening. I hoped they all had a go.
The trees must have loved the rain too. I said to Julian earlier that the chart in the post office window showed that rainfall was well down on average for each of the three completed months this year. "That's right, Melbourne had the driest Jan/Feb/ Mar, in total, ever on record."
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