cyclone
Dear Ciara,
There is a single name on everyone’s lips this morning: Narelle. Cyclone Narelle made landfall overnight, bringing with her devastating winds and the most torrential rain. We are lucky—we are far enough south that we are mostly out of her reach—but her presence can still be felt. The rain at home is immense, just hundreds upon hundreds of millilitres pelting against the earth. While the garden has held up quite well so far, puddles are finally beginning to form. Without a gap in the rain, the water cannot easily drain away.
When I look at the forecast, I feel anxious. We are in for a few more days of heavy, persistent rain.
I admit, I find the wet season hard. When I was living down south, I found the relatively mild winters utterly unbearable. They were part of the reason why I decided to leave—that, and I find my sinuses are better in high humidity. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret moving up here; I would take warm rain over cold rain any day. However, I am finding the wet season sometimes feels like merely a replacement for those winters. I am sluggish, tired, unmotivated. I can tell The Organist is feeling it too.
Part of it is our change in circumstances too, adjusting to having to commute and having less time in the mornings before work. We’re planning to use the upcoming wet weekend to get on top of things. We’re going to actively plan out our week, figure out what our weekly meals are going to be and do some meal prep, and between all that, prioritise “good cozy vibes”. Despite the rain, there are still things we can do: music and other creative activities; reading; planning for the house; maybe even some gaming. I’m planning on trialling Animal Crossing: New Horizons again, even though I found it a bit dull the last time I attempted to play it.
Now that I think of it, I wouldn’t mind re-reading Days at the Morisaki Bookshop. It is my go-to cozy read. I never tired of it.
For the moment, the garden will have to wait. There are many things I want to do, but with this torrential rain, it will need to wait. Plants are so vulnerable after being transplanted; all this heavy rain could do some serious damage. So, I’ll wait. I’ll watch the rain and wait.
God, can the dry season hurry up already?
The song for today is:
On Yr Time — Winifred
A banger for the drive to work.
Love,
The Gardener