Splish splash

Torrential downpour continues this weekend after a slight reprieve on Australia Day. While many associate Queensland with sand, surf and eternal sunshine, January does spell summer rains here.

While some might whinge about soggy shoes, muddy floors and ill-looking grey skies, I would much rather these thunderstorms than the drought. Happy to put up with the inconvenience so we are not under water restrictions of yesteryears.

I have the luxury of writing this in the comfort and shelter of our home with a warm cup of milk tea, but very much aware that with these tropical rains come incidents of flash flooding and far too many road accidents. Please stay safe and dry!

[Raindrops keep splish-splashing on my head; Brisbane, January 2012]

Flying houses

I dreamt of flying houses last night.  Those ones that would lift – all doors, windows and floors – by some clever time machine or a hundred helium balloons.  My worry has morphed into some fantasy of dealing with the continuous upheaval and drama of moving houses. There is the laborious dredging of stuff that defines you and the tougher part of packing and unpacking your dreams across the seas or the city.

I wonder where our flying house will take us next…

[Head in the clouds, city on a hill, Brisbane Jan 2012; Posted from http://lightbox.com]