Despite storms bumping all around us these last ten days, we're still left wondering when our turn will come.
Today was molasses delivery day, an all-day event involving little in the way of excitement or challenge. It's being run out every four or five days, though should be lasting them seven. I'm a bit of a soft touch though when it comes to hungry heifers.
As I added the required quantity of water to mix the dry components, I snapped away.
The poincianas are basking in these hot days, their fiery orange visible from all over, starkly contrasted against brown paddocks.
Sprinkling continues, the lawn enjoying our largest fall to date of 12 millimetres Saturday morning.
Not visible is the deserted mower, abandoned by Wallace Sunday after several mechanical issues.
My hints toward maybe a new mower for Christmas met little enthusiasm. Perhaps a second hand cutting deck the best I can hope for. Failing that, ear-rings will suffice!
These variegated hibiscus in need of a trim, the different coloured ones in between not handling the last chainsaw manicure.
The temperature remained constant from smoko on.
A beautiful summer in the balmy tropics.
The molasses tank is getting low, resulting in much time spent waiting for the trailer to fill.
Which means some guilt-free daytime reading,
the only good thing about being on molasses duty.
A set of paddles inside the trailer, motorised by this Honda, mix the molasses/water/fortifier mix.
Look up 'frustration' in the on-farm dictionary, and you'll find the above picture.
Another love-hate relationship right there.
As I returned for my second fill, the above clouds to the north, and below to the south were building beautifully.
By the time I headed to the younger heifers, the temperature had plummeted and rain started to fall.
Soaked to the bone I returned home to tip four millimetres from the gauge.
Which just pulls us over the inch mark from six falls over the past fortnight.
Maybe tomorrow will be different.