I'm sure all this talk of weather must become a little tiresome.
It does become all encompassing for us though at this time of year.
The rose coloured glasses I've been wearing these past few months as we've waited for rain are sitting a little skew-whiff today. Scratched, bent and covered in a light film of dust, it's hard to keep them on doing the rounds of the paddocks.
The rain my weather-studying husband assured me would arrive yesterday didn't. Even Sally's first sleep-soaked words as she tumbled from bed this morning were "Mum, did it rain last night"?
So I'm putting my crooked rose-coloured glasses back in their case,
and putting on my geranium coloured glasses.
(Geraniums being far more tolerant of the dry weather).
And I'm not leaving the green confines of my houseyard until it rains.
Which will be Sunday.