Singing in the rain
IT’S RAINING. The Marri trees told us it would.
After a long hot dry summer, is there anything in the world quite so gorgeous as constant gentle drizzle hitting the tin roof and perfuming the air we breathe.
It’s all rather hard to bottle but as we all know, for those who hear and smell it, the memory lives on.Read more
The dusty foliage is washed clean and the domestic and farming stock are lifting their faces to the rain showers.
Life just seems more liveable and for a moment, all the chaos in the world takes a back seat.
Sometimes we become despondent when the summer drags on for too long.
But, let’s not forget that this is Toodyay – our very own pretty historical town nestled in a valley which we know now will soon turn green again, where the ‘mighty’ Avon will once again flow under the bridge and where those lucky enough to know the secret live.
Keep raining Huey.