When Kirstie arrived we made our way first to Laidley and then onto Rosewood where we shopped for a picnic lunch at her home. As we turned into the road leading to her property we were struck by the widespread evidence of flood waters having passed through the whole area. Fences were littered with grasses, paddocks were strewn with assorted farm machinery and even a yellow van that had obviously been pummeled and rolled several times sat in the middle of one field. Tide marks revealed the scars of the flood levels along the road. In places the road pavement had been replaced by dirt and gravel patches. Deep ruts paralled or criss crossed our path in several locations. The torrential storm water's peak had gouged the earth with little attention to people or property. Water still ran from invisible sources. At the farm gate 40 to 45 centimetre deep tracks in the driveway wound like canyons towards the house. A now dusty layer of silt and fine mud blanketed the home paddock all the way to the dam and as far as we could see. Back sheds stood as a testament to the heights of water that ran through treasured possessions, too sodden to be saved. A large pile of collectibles lay in a jumble on the barn floor. Not wish or clean water could prevent their scrapping. One large, green, water tank ripped from its home at the side of the house sat some distance away; a silent victim to the force of the storm. White water rushed and tumbled like a waterfall at the edge of the dam. Despite three days of fine weather the sound of the water gushing over rocks met our ears. Our eyes noted the incredible changes to the once serene landscape. Its beauty not lost, just temporarily challenged by mother nature. Soon its beauty and calm demeanour will return along with the cows and perhaps Clyde the camel. Wonder where Clyde went when it started to rain? Anyone seeing Clyde please tell him that it's time to come home. Life will need to return to normal. We had our picnic inside today but next time that we visit the flood will be a memory and our picnic will be shared at the dam or on the verandah where we will take in the views.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Picnic Lunch
When Kirstie arrived we made our way first to Laidley and then onto Rosewood where we shopped for a picnic lunch at her home. As we turned into the road leading to her property we were struck by the widespread evidence of flood waters having passed through the whole area. Fences were littered with grasses, paddocks were strewn with assorted farm machinery and even a yellow van that had obviously been pummeled and rolled several times sat in the middle of one field. Tide marks revealed the scars of the flood levels along the road. In places the road pavement had been replaced by dirt and gravel patches. Deep ruts paralled or criss crossed our path in several locations. The torrential storm water's peak had gouged the earth with little attention to people or property. Water still ran from invisible sources. At the farm gate 40 to 45 centimetre deep tracks in the driveway wound like canyons towards the house. A now dusty layer of silt and fine mud blanketed the home paddock all the way to the dam and as far as we could see. Back sheds stood as a testament to the heights of water that ran through treasured possessions, too sodden to be saved. A large pile of collectibles lay in a jumble on the barn floor. Not wish or clean water could prevent their scrapping. One large, green, water tank ripped from its home at the side of the house sat some distance away; a silent victim to the force of the storm. White water rushed and tumbled like a waterfall at the edge of the dam. Despite three days of fine weather the sound of the water gushing over rocks met our ears. Our eyes noted the incredible changes to the once serene landscape. Its beauty not lost, just temporarily challenged by mother nature. Soon its beauty and calm demeanour will return along with the cows and perhaps Clyde the camel. Wonder where Clyde went when it started to rain? Anyone seeing Clyde please tell him that it's time to come home. Life will need to return to normal. We had our picnic inside today but next time that we visit the flood will be a memory and our picnic will be shared at the dam or on the verandah where we will take in the views.
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