Rain in MtLawleyShire

In complete contrast with yesterday’s summery temperatures, today was wind and rain and cold!

But rain – in the garden is my delight, as it leaves gems on hanging tendrils and fronds:

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on tiny flowers and leaves:

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hidden behind leaves they gleam and dripping from leaves:

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clinging to woody jasmine stems:

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gleaming in budding leaf clusters:

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in the shadows:


and on small groups of freesias refusing to bend beneath the rainfall



Rain in MtLawleyShire

It’s the last day of Winter, by the calendar at least, as Spring has been here for a couple of weeks or more.  But it is a suitably wintry day with rain and wind and gloom, though at the moment it’s sunny.

But when it rains, I love to go out with the camera and see what I can catch.  It was too windy to be really successful, but I caught a few amidst the rain and gloom.  I love it when I actually get the rain:


amidst the wind, there were moments of stillness where I caught raindrops on jasmine leaves:

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on hanging remains of spider plant fronds:

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on leaves of dead spider plant fronds and the ends of jasmine twigs:

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on the loops limbs of jasmine branches:


on the thin fronds of tiger trees:


on the petals of a nasturtium and amongst clumps of unbowed freesia:

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& then the sun came out:


Far from MtLawleyShire #2: raindrops

This is the 2nd post of photos from my excursion to Araluen Botanic Gardens, and as I mentioned in my first post, it was raining.  Frequently, heavily every now and then, but there were clear spaces.  Time enough for photos of raindrops on things.

In tulips:

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On tulips and stems:

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on their petals:

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on buds (one is a close-up of the other):

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on tulip leaves:

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on other flowers:

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on magnolia twigs:

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on a conifer type:

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on a variety of twigs:

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and finally, the slender blades of a grass tree:


storm and rain in MtLawleyShire

After 61 days, Perth finally received rain.  And thunder.  And lightning.

Sadly, my experiments in photographing lightning were a dark failure (as in there was nothing recorded on the memory card by the darkness of the pre-dawn), but I caught the clouds that had been building and building and building in the morning and the afternoon:

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Great, blindingly white thunderheads:


and no amount of praying made them halt their slide southwards:

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We sweltered through a day that reached 40, and the night was awful – it didn’t go below mid twenties, exacerbated by very high humidity.

At 5.00 in the morning I was woken by a tremendous clap of thunder.  And it rained.  I went out, with camera, though nothing resulted, but I enjoyed the rain.  I opened all the doors and windows and went back to bed.  I apparently slept through the next storm, but when I got up and let out her Fat little Self as well, the world was delightfully wet and cool smelling.

And there was proof of rain on a tiny, tiny rose:


then there was another storm and poor Fattee Cattee was nowhere to be seen.  It poured briefly.  I got deliciously wet and cold, and laughed in the face of lightning and thunder.  Later, the garden all refreshed, there were flowers and raindrops.  The little rose again, be-gemmed:

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raindrops on a magnolia leaf and a blade of lemon grass:

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On branches and a leaf of jasmine:

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and this one – a rain drop hanging from a withered shoot of a spider plant:


Then the sun came out, the temperature soared and it was dreadfully hot.  All the water evaporated, the raindrops vanished and the little rose curled and withered.

But someone else reappeared and curled on the cool bricks in the courtyard, full of purrs:

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Later, on my way to work in the mid afternoon, I saw the last of the clouds sliding away to the south as I waited in the traffic on the freeway:

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And now, there are only chances of thunderstorms and it remains very hot and humid.

I long for rain, for storms, for Autumn