It was the sort of day today that had you ducking for cover and looking about to make sure a flying piece of roofing iron was not hurtling at you with decapitation a possibility, and eyes were regularly cast anxiously skyward at bending tree trunks and branches. I was at Keith's picking some flowering camellia and the gusts were so powerful the roof was lifted off the chook house and set down again with an almighty bang about a metre off centre. We managed to drag it back roughly into place and Ros wired it down before it was taken off again. Through it all the sun was shining and at least the ground surface has dried temporarily. I say temporarily because rain is forecast tomorrow with possible hail.
The rainfall figures for June are up in the Post Office, 158 mm, 42 mm above the 38 year average of 116mm. For the first half of the calender year we've had 718mm, 189mm more than the average of 528mm. And the first half of July has been very wet. And cold too.
I've been up late doing book work There's still a way to go. I've never been busier in my life but much of the work doesn't pay tangible rewards in the present. You only hope that what you are doing has some positive result somewhere along the line I'll stop grizzling and go to bed, where perhaps some sweet dreams are lying in wait.
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