Crazy mixed up weather.
A couple of weeks ago we had the coldest November days ever in Melbourne. Wind, rain, sleet, hail, even snow on the nearby hills.
Then back to summer.
And the hottest December day in 53 years.
Which sends everyone a little troppo.
Too hot to knit, too hot to think.
That’s the view these days. An eerie smoke-filled glow fills the sky.
The weather reports say we’re in for another scorcher tomorrow and then milder weather so the fire behaviour will be somewhat moderated. They reckon it’s still going to burn all summer long though.
The siren at the CFA station up the end of our street has been going off at all hours of the day and night. When we first moved here our neighbours told us that if the siren goes off at 5pm on a Sunday, not to panic, it just means there’s a barbecue at the station, BYO beer and come along.
These days there’s no jollity.
When the siren sounds, it’s business not pleasure.