“We’re expecting a top temperature of 32oC,” announced the radio. “Another sensational day.”
“Another sensational day!? Look at me flamin’ trees! Look at me flamin’ grass! Look at me flamin’ plants!” cried Wal, waving the radio at the desiccated vegetation.
“Don’t be silly, Wal” thought the Dog. “Radio can’t see.”
That’s about as close as I can get to remembering one of my favourite quotes from one of my favourite comic strips, Footrot Flats. It highlights the gap between the urban dweller, who lives a life divorced from reality, and the farmer trying to make a living off the land who doesn’t necessarily think that two months of sunshine with almost no rain makes for “another sensational day.”
Having just recorded the driest January on record, with February likely to follow, all our grass is dead, the trees are looking decidedly droopy and wilted and our water tanks are all but empty. For me “another sensational day” involves a torrential downpour, or at least some steady rain. Unfortunately that would cause our urban friends to complain because they had to cancel their cricket match. They would give no thought to the lack of rain until they turned their kitchen tap on and the water they took for granted was no longer there.
Dr. F. Bunny