January 2020 — Not your average month. In aridity, smoke and fire, we excel.
Watering park trees.
Wish someone would water me.
Dry as a bone.
44c degrees in the shade. No sooner is the water topped up, it’s gone.
You look at me as if to say, “Do something.”
Beekeepers complain that no one is watering their gardens.
Something MUST be done.
A small fountain for bathing and drinking, pools water on repellent ground.
From afar the smoke rolls in.
Claims that we wouldn’t burn if not for trees.
We’re not impressed. Trees and water go together. It’s called evapo-transpiration.
Turn our backs and walk away.
Better have a lie down ‘cos frankly it’s so depressing.
All the while, Australia burns.
Of miracles there aren’t that many,
So naturally when we ask for rain, we get hail.
Oh no, the (neighbour’s) ute!
Of insurance claims, there are too many.
Too many deaths as well.
Another day, another pyrocumulus hell.
The word is out. The greater Canberra region is alight.
I wonder how they’re feeling? The new burb on the fringe?
Stands between us and them.
Finally got our secret weapon. Ember Defender.
We stay. We fight.
Famous last words, but yet a song to celebrate January. It was a good month til it wasn’t.
This is my response to The Changing Seasons — January 2020 photo challenge, hosted by the lovely Su at Zimmerbitch. I’m also taking up Debbie’s invitation (Debbie from Travel With Intent) to submit an image(s) inspired by the following quotation.
“Photography is the story I fail to put into words.”
Click on the links to join in and to see other wonderful contributions.
One more thing, I’ve caught a cold …. let’s not even go there.