Pink Lady

It’s a gorgeous day here on Mitchells Island – twenty degrees c. (70 degrees F.) – with a light breeze. Spring blossoms are plentiful in our gardens, and I’ve spotted various species of birds building nests. A bevy of ducks have been parading their young around our property, an area relatively safe from predators.

Another day in paradise, you could say, and you’d be partly right. Except for the fact that it has scarcely rained this month – 2.5 mm. – that’s all. On the other hand, the Manning Valley has been burning for weeks. Smoke is in the air and it creates terribly beautiful sunsets. We’re all getting ready for bushfire season, and firefighters are predicting it will be a bonza one.


Each day dawns with cloudless skies and unseasonably warm weather. We can go about doing our laundry, planting vegetables, walking on the beach with no threat that rain or squalls are going to spoil our activities.

Australia is reputed to be the driest continent on the planet, but, on the eastern seaboard, we’ve been in a semi-tropical bubble for the last few years. In some parts there have been devastating floods, but for us here on our paradisical property, abundant rain has allowed us to establish healthy plantings all around our new house. Vegetable gardens, trees and shrubs, too.

Will ‘The Dry’ bring on heat waves across the nation, as have occurred in Europe and the U.S. in their summer just finishing. Is the weather due to the earth progressively heating up? Do we need to stop dancing to the dance band on the Titanic?

It’s a beautiful day, or is it?

Here’s a thoughtful essay from Mike Osbourne, climate researcher, which was featured on Generation Anthropocene.