Thursday, 26 April 2012
The rain has finally arrived on the south coast after a long, dry summer. We fell asleep listening to the gentle pitter patter on the canvas on our last night camping and the clouds followed us home. The frogs were singing when we climbed out of the car and the rain fell steadily through the night as we lay snug and warm back in our own beds again. When we walked outside in the morning the trees were dripping and the potholes in our driveway had filled with water.
Give Quinn a puddle and a handful of pebbles and he is happy for hours. The same is true for all the boys if the water body is a bit bigger. We spent the last day of the school holidays yesterday splashing around at the inlet and in an enormous puddle we found on a bush track on our way down to the shore.
Our landlord came and filled the potholes with rock dust, leaving big grey heaps of gravel at the end of the driveway for the boys to excavate with their trucks. They are all little mud men by the end of each day.