February (Australia) – another month of what Tracy does best. Catastrophising. Still, I’ve included a few nice photos.
After so much stress last month, it was not surprising that I seemed to have more than my fair share of illness. I started the month with a terrible head cold and I am finishing the month the same way. Lucky me. Many of my fellow Canberrans have been similarly affected by the strain.
The bushfires in the surrounding region continued to threaten in early February. I heard that there was a fire in my suburb but I didn’t believe it. Then I saw this on a short walk. Save us from (probable) cigarette butt tossers!
Fortunately, the weather cooled down and gave us space to breathe. My True Love (TL) and I took a short drive to see our favourite honey man, Ken, at Harden-Murrumburrah.
The drought and the fires have had a devastating impact on the bee-keeping industry in Australia. The high country which can normally be relied on to provide a steady source of flowering eucalypts for the bees over the summer, was instead severely burnt. Thankfully Ken kept his bees at ‘home’ on the plains this year. He has been providing his bees with supplements so they can survive the summer as on the plains west of the Dividing Range, it has been pretty grim. Ken predicts that it will be at least three years before the mountain eucalypts recover enough to produce blossom.
Ken is not the only one feeding his animals.
Clouds hint at rain.
The day for my eye surgery finally arrived. Ouch.
I’m told recovery time will be 4-6 months.
My TL took some photos in the bushland near the hospital while I was in surgery.
Because I can’t take photos, I’ve got into editing them instead. It’s fun and fulfills that creative urge. I’m sure I could do a mosaic like this!
Thankfully we eventually got some rain. Not much, but enough for the mountain fires to be contained. Further north and to the east, more significant rainfall extinguished fires. Australians welcomed it, even though it washed ash into lakes and rivers, killing thousands of fish. It is feared some threatened fish species like the Macquarie Perch will become extinct. I try not to dwell on the negative but it is difficult.
In my backyard, grass sprang back to life and flowers bloomed. It felt spring-like, pleasant. The garden at least was a hive of activity.
My TL made a bee hotel for the native bees from a fallen branch.
I still feel a bit raggedy. Another head cold doesn’t help.
In truth, I would like to be feeling much better before the new corona virus takes hold in this country. If I can’t keep my germs to myself with just a standard cold (my nose will run or feel cement-like by turns, and I can’t breathe with a mask on), then what hope is there of containing the COVID-19 virus when it arrives? None. We’ve seen that. It worries me. My little dog needs a special home-made diet … What will happen to my animals if no-one is home to look after them? Will my pets be shot like all the pet dogs were when the residents of Darwin were evacuated after Cyclone Tracy in 1974? True story.
I know my worry won’t change anything, but it is hard to be optimistic or half-way prepared when feeling under the weather.
This weekend, I hope to visit my little friend. I’ll tell you the story of how we became friends another time. It is a nice story. Heart-warming. Next time. I promise.
This is my response to The Changing Seasons — February 2020 photo challenge, hosted by the lovely Su at Zimmerbitch. I am also combining this challenge with my Friday Song Day, and what better song for gloomy, old me.
See you next month. Hopefully.