A couple of posts back, I spoke of a European style spring: a sappy, flowery, zephyr-kissed September.
Forget it. This place is just green padding on the ribs of The Wide Brown Land, and today we got a reminder. Today NSW woke to a dust-storm like it hasn’t seen since the forties. Today the outback headed to the surf.
As for all those flowers that were waving in the gentle Euro-zephyrs…
It’s a wilful land, as the poet said. But she added that it could be lavish. Just before the dust swooped over the Great Divide like a Valkyrie horde, there was a big dump of rain. Roof-bending rain. Enough rain to cause this to happen: