7 Dec. 2010

My Australia, My Country, My Home of Wildness of Weather, and a place that I love...

Today has began with rain again, a cooling constant pitter patter.
Yesterday was the same, but ended with humidity and sunshine.
I expect that today will follow the same pattern.
It is Summer here.
I love this time of year, before the real full-on heat of summer hits.
Over the past week we have had quite a number of thunderstorms in the afternoon.
Oh how we love thunder storms! (But alas, our Buddy dog doesn't)
I praised God for the blessings of the sunshine and rain we have been getting, thinking of the coming abundance of the veggie garden.
Then I was reminded of the farmers trying to harvest.
For them the rain is not so good at this moment.
It means the possibility of spoiled crops and rotting hay.
I wonder how they do it.
Living off the mercies of nature.
Our land has experienced a number of years of drought, (although the area where I live has received more rain than some) and now it is beginning to rain.
But RAIN it has, quite a few areas have had floods already this month.  The Drought, then the Floods, and then most often come the end of summer, our land has great bush-fires.
Dorothea Mckellar wrote a beautiful poem at the beginning of last century, that beautifully describes our "Lucky Country"
here it is:

The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!

A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold -
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

1 comment:

  1. That was very nice!!! Thank you so very much for sharing!!!

    God's Blessings to you and everyone!!!

    Your brother in Christ!!!