It’s starting to feel a little bit like autumn. After a summer where I wore a Teeshirt and no socks pretty much every day the weather seems to be turning to something I am more comfortable with. I mention the teeshirts and lack of socks because I spent 16 summers in the Huon Valley and the number of days per summer that I dressed that way could be counted on one hand. I generally wore a 3/4 sleeve tee and found that was fine on all but the warmest days.
It hasn’t been burning hot though. We’ve had a few days above 30 degrees but even the mid twenties has been uncomfortable at times.
I’m not sure how much of this is due to climate change and how much to the weather on the northwest coast. It seems more humid up here and this house with it’s flat roof holds the heat, especially upstairs while my old house was usually cool. Sometimes I would go outside to get warm. It did not help that the air-conditioner here decided to stop working during the last warm spell. Luckily I was able to get it fixed although the service man told me that I should consider replacing it in the next year or so as it is already 7 years old and was not installed by a professional.
Anyway, this morning Cindy woke me up in what I thought was the early hours of the morning because she wanted to go outside. I was quite surprised to find that it was 6:15am as it was still fully dark outside. We are still in Daylight Savings Time and until we change the clocks back next month the mornings are going to be dark. There was a chill in the air and I was glad of my dressing gown while I waited for Cindy to do her thing in the garden.
Yesterday it rained for most of the day which I was pleased about because I am a tank water person now. We have three rainwater tanks. One is an old concrete one, the other two are some kind of plastic. A couple of weeks ago the tank we were getting water from stopped delivering and I had to go downstairs and fiddle with the taps until I managed to switch over to another tank. I am still not completely sure which tap belongs to which tank so next time it happens it’s probably going to be another guessing game.
I’ve always had town water where I lived so before moving up here I asked some friends in the Huon who are on tank water how they knew when they were getting low. “Bang the side of the tank.” they told me. I was really expecting something a bit more scientific than that. I can’t look into two of them because it would involve climbing a ladder, something that is beyond me these days. So the sound of rain makes me happy. More water in the tank means I don’t have to play water tank roulette so often.
Autumn in the Huon is lovely, I always enjoyed seeing the leaves change colour. I think it will be a bit different here on the coast. The coastal plants are mostly not deciduous, the palm trees in our garden drop leaves any old time they feel like it (messy buggers). I can see that the Agapanthus are nearly finished and spring flowering bulbs are now on sale. I need to buy some daffodil bulbs. I would miss my daffodils if I didn’t have some in the garden and tulips. Just down the road from here at Table Cape is a big tulip farm. Wynyard hosts a tulip festival every year. You may remember I went to it with Ally and Matt a few years ago. I am looking forward to seeing it more often in future.