The sound of constant and gentle rain can often bring a calming effect. As I type this entry, the rain that had started late yesterday arvo continues to soak the lawn that I had mowed on Saturday.
The James Sterling hedge had become unwieldy, with thick and luscious leaves and branches jutting out in all directions. So after the usual Saturday morning brekky of eggs on avo and toast that Tress whipped up, I pulled up the ladder, extension cables, ear mufflers, and the hedge sweeper. I dragged the green bin in from the front and started work. Some 4 hours later, the exterior of our home looked a bit neater. I said to Tress last night, as I looked out the front windows at the pouring rain, that a good soaking of a freshly mowed lawn always look good.
We had just returned from Woodend, having spent the arvo with Ruth my cousin and Jon her husband and little Micah, their charming 5 year old. We brought the little black jedi along with us. Their home is about 100km from from us, on the way to beautiful Daylesford and as the crow flies to the beautiful Macedon/Hanging Rock. Their 5 acre hobby farm home has always been an attraction for our visiting overseas or interstate relos. A dozen or so sheep, a few alpacas, chooks, fruit trees and vege garden keep them busy. These, on top of already busy lives. Ruth is a doctor with a geriatric practice and she told us how the virus has escalated her work in recent months. It has been a really stressful time for medical workers and it’s great to hear they will, at long last, have a break in a week’s time.
People are travelling again. It was Warburton for us last weekend and Woodend yesterday. It would be Bright and Phillip Island for the French family later this week. It feels good to be liberated again. Starting today, I no longer have to wear a mask when I go out for my daily walks.
At the same time however, some damage would not see any reversal. A cousin of Tress has had a cafe for many years and in recent weeks, I have been in contact to support them in their travails. Yesterday, they messaged me to say they will shut the business. It cannot be saved any longer. I said I would help with some legal loose ends. Ruth also spoke of patients that died. We also spoke about churches that saw people falling through the cracks. I said I have been disengaged with online services and many like me, may be cut off altogether, never to return.
The calming sounds of the rain outside can be mesmerizing. Calmingly so. Thank God for rain.