What a trip, I have just returned to the coast to be greated with cool breezes and this wet stuff that falls from the sky that took a little while to figure out it was RAIN.

Where have i come from? Well there is a little comunity in the central west of NSW that once was my home, still do in the depths of me if you want the truth and its name is Canowindra, funny name not even pronounced the way it spelt, it is a thriving metropolis of 1700 lol and digital phone service is non existant and in a quaint and ironic fashion the surface of the place looks like it stuck in some not too far distant time where the atmosphere is friendly time seems to take a leisurely pace and the rest of the world seems so very far away.

 

DRY i have not seen its so dry the place has had less than 10cm of rain in over 12mnths the whole region would be a powder keg for a bushfire if there was grass to burn but the stock has eaten most of it, I never fully appreciated how water is such a primary source of life there is much death out in the bush due to this drought things just shrivel and desicate, not much remaining to indicate that life even existed in this place and yet in the midst of this deselation there is beauty a different light will shine on the country with the rising and setting of the sun, small pockets of life in odd spots growing in adversity but growing and even though the people are suffering grievously they maintain hope and show each other compassion and friendship where most would dispair.

 

So spare a thought for our bretheren in the country, thank god we are not going thru it and maybe we should ask ourselves how we can be conservationists of the giver of life Water for without it the wouldnt be anything else