I couldn't help but have Willie Nelson's song in mind this morning on my walk as I watched Glen Binstead mowing Grace Delarue's lawn before 8.00am. This, in the middle of winter with a pefect blue dome overhead, and dew glistening on leaves in the bright sunshine. I'd just checked the reservoir levels in the Herald Sun in the newsagency, they fell over 500 megalitres, about half what they would on a summer's day, in the the twenty four hours before yesterday's reading.
The reservoir levels used to start rising in May and continue on the up till some time in November. Here we are nearly in July, levels are at record low, and still going down big time. I can't help but feel a little depressed about it.
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