Naturally, winter is not confined to snow alone - it also includes rainfalls in the foothills of the mountains, and on our farm. Very welcome, ground soaking rain. 12mm on one Thursday night, 28mm on Friday night, and 14mm on the Sunday in the middle of August. Seriously, ground soaking rain...
Which, having a clay base, means mud. Lots and lots of Wellie-sucking, boot weighing, squelching, squishy mud. And mud at your gate, and on your driveway is not conducive to trucks delivering sand, bricks and stone. So something had to be done...
|Our entrance gate at the lowest point of our|
driveway - a muddy mess
RMan found the point at which the water was streaming into our driveway - and, in the cold and wet, ventured out and made a trench for the water to be diverted along.
|The source of the running water|
His actions encouraged the water to flow to a more suitable spot...
|Directing the water along a new route|
on the other side of our driveway
Down the property...
|Down she goes...|
And, even further down the property, until it found it's home in our dam.
|Ah - now that's better - that's where you|
should be :) Filling our dam, not destroying
Five days after the trench started filling the dam, and the water was still pouring in...
Such a small trickle at the start - you should've see it at it's height, bubbling and rushing downhill, with such a force and in such a quantity, that it was forming foam at the point of entry to the dam...
|Also, the slope of the water-logged ground at|
the back of the property directs the water
perfectly towards our dam - more gently, but
every drop helps...
Naturally, the water-logged ground around the dam is a dogs delight - he didn't care about bringing mud into the house and on my floors...
|We had a (temporary) small island with a|
Black Wattle tree in the centre
|You wouldn't believe the weight of my|
But - yet another surprise awaited us on the Sunday morning. I woke up, and wrapped in my winter gown, clutching my cup of tea, I walked out onto the patio. What did I spy in the dam but...
... a duck! Our first wild duck in our dam LOL What excitement!
You're very welcome, Mr or Mrs Duck. Please - bring your family for a visit, and you're welcome to stay as long as you like :) There will be plenty of mozzies for you to eat, as well as a plentiful supply of frogs...
My poor old compost heap - got completely submerged again. There cannot be any goodness left in that compost heap - it must surely have all washed away...?
|Drowned compost heap|
A final picture of the snow on the mountains this past winter - a complete contradiction with the desert-loving aloe in the foreground and the white, snow-topped mountains forming such a stunning backdrop.
|Aloes in front of the snow-capped mountains|
There is still water in our dam, albeit not as much. But, at least the dam is holding rain water - for the first time... :)