Rain on a hot tin roof

I’m a sound sleeper. There’s not much that wakes me up, but this morning’s thunder clap had me sitting (lightning) bolt upright at 4am. And I was glad to be awake to hear the blissful sound of raindrops on the roof.

With no town water connection, we rely on our tanks for water. And when it rains, we feel happy! Hubby was up at 6am clearing a blocked down pipe, Drizabone on, drenched and smiling! I watched through the kitchen window as he stood to take in the heavens opening.

Country life has taught me about simplicity. And it’s the simple things that really matter. Water is fundamental to all of us, and if I can be reminded of that in the middle of the night, I’m somehow even more grateful!



Water, water everywhere

We’ve had some good rainfall over the past couple of weeks and we headed down to the creek this morning to see if it was running. And it was!

There’s something reassuring about seeing water bustling over the rocks and pebbles in the creek. It signals that the seasons are still here as they have been for all time and that the land is getting a good winter soak.

Our farm relies on tank water and it’s made us realise how much us city folk take turning on a tap for granted. We wash up in a bowl on the farm and take shorter showers even though it’s very tempting to linger under piping hot water on a frosty morning.

I think every home should have a water tank. We did growing up in our suburban house in Adelaide. As a kid I remember thinking it was very special to have a glass of water straight from the tank. It was collected from our own house and I felt very proud.

It’s important to teach our kids about where our water comes from. As populations increase, water becomes more precious. Little kids seem to have a unique appreciation for things that adults take for granted, and forming good habits when we’re young gives us something positive to build on as we grow up.