Freezin' - It's < 20°C in our parts of Australia
This new arctic suit was bought second hand online and looks 'never worn'. It is labelled Canadian Arctic Program!
We don't have any use for it really, other than making silly photos when we think it is 'cold'. It is cozy warm inside this suit!
The suit is quite heavy and cumbersome. It doesn't need hanging; it is so thick that it stands on its own! :)
Sydney today, 23 June 2024
Min. 6°C, Max. 14°C
increasing over the following week to Min. 8°C to Max. 17°C.
Sydney today, 24 June 2024
Min. 6°C, Max. 16°C
Overall, for some Aussies, myself included, <20°C feels 'cold'.
Looking forward to longer days and warmer weather.
And, in summer, we'll all be complaining about the heat and wish for a cooler weather.
There's a great Aussie poem about changing weather.
Said Hanrahan by John O'Brien
“We’ll all be rooned, said Hanrahan,
In accents most forlorn,
Outside the church, ere Mass began,
One frosty Sunday morn.
The congregation stood about,
Coat-collars to the ears,
And talked of stock, and crops, and drought,
As it had done for years.
“It’s looking crook,” said Daniel Croke;
“Bedad, it’s cruke, me lad,
For never since the banks went broke
Has seasons been so bad.”
“It’s dry, all right,” said young O’Neil,
With which astute remark
He squatted down upon his heel
And chewed a piece of bark.
And so around the chorus ran
“It’s keepin’ dry, no doubt.”
“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“Before the year is out.”
“The crops are done; ye’ll have your work
To save one bag of grain;
From here way out to Back-o’-Bourke
They’re singin’ out for rain.
“They’re singin’ out for rain,” he said,
“And all the tanks are dry.”
The congregation scratched its head,
And gazed around the sky.
“There won’t be grass, in any case,
Enough to feed an ass;
There’s not a blade on Casey’s place
As I came down to Mass.”
“If rain don’t come this month,” said Dan,
And cleared his throat to speak —
“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“If rain don’t come this week.”
A heavy silence seemed to steal
On all at this remark;
And each man squatted on his heel,
And chewed a piece of bark.
“We want an inch of rain, we do,”
O’Neil observed at last;
But Croke “maintained” we wanted two
To put the danger past.
“If we don’t get three inches, man,
Or four to break this drought,
We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“Before the year is out.”
In God’s good time down came the rain;
And all the afternoon
On iron roof and window-pane
It drummed a homely tune.
And through the night it pattered still,
And lightsome, gladsome elves
On dripping spout and window-sill
Kept talking to themselves.
It pelted, pelted all day long,
A-singing at its work,
Till every heart took up the song
Way out to Back-o’-Bourke.
And every creek a banker ran,
And dams filled overtop;
“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“If this rain doesn’t stop.”
And stop it did, in God’s good time;
And spring came in to fold
A mantle o’er the hills sublime
Of green and pink and gold.
And days went by on dancing feet,
With harvest-hopes immense,
And laughing eyes beheld the wheat
Nid-nodding o’er the fence.
And, oh, the smiles on every face,
As happy lad and lass
Through grass knee-deep on Casey’s place
Went riding down to Mass.
While round the church in clothes genteel
Discoursed the men of mark,
And each man squatted on his heel,
And chewed his piece of bark.
“There’ll be bush-fires for sure, me man,
There will, without a doubt;
We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“Before the year is out.”
Ahem >>> climate change ...
rooned = Irish, ruined
Bedad = Irish, expression of surprise
Back ‘o’ Bourke = Aussie slang/informal, remote, inaccessible and a bit backward, place.
(Bourke is a historic country town in New South Wales, population about 2,400. With much better infrastructure and transport it is not that remote anymore and certainly not ‘backward’. From Sydney about 760km, 8 – 9 hours by car).
Freezin' - It's < 20°C in our parts of Australia
This new arctic suit was bought second hand online and looks 'never worn'. It is labelled Canadian Arctic Program!
We don't have any use for it really, other than making silly photos when we think it is 'cold'. It is cozy warm inside this suit!
The suit is quite heavy and cumbersome. It doesn't need hanging; it is so thick that it stands on its own! :)
Sydney today, 23 June 2024
Min. 6°C, Max. 14°C
increasing over the following week to Min. 8°C to Max. 17°C.
Sydney today, 24 June 2024
Min. 6°C, Max. 16°C
Overall, for some Aussies, myself included, <20°C feels 'cold'.
Looking forward to longer days and warmer weather.
And, in summer, we'll all be complaining about the heat and wish for a cooler weather.
There's a great Aussie poem about changing weather.
Said Hanrahan by John O'Brien
“We’ll all be rooned, said Hanrahan,
In accents most forlorn,
Outside the church, ere Mass began,
One frosty Sunday morn.
The congregation stood about,
Coat-collars to the ears,
And talked of stock, and crops, and drought,
As it had done for years.
“It’s looking crook,” said Daniel Croke;
“Bedad, it’s cruke, me lad,
For never since the banks went broke
Has seasons been so bad.”
“It’s dry, all right,” said young O’Neil,
With which astute remark
He squatted down upon his heel
And chewed a piece of bark.
And so around the chorus ran
“It’s keepin’ dry, no doubt.”
“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“Before the year is out.”
“The crops are done; ye’ll have your work
To save one bag of grain;
From here way out to Back-o’-Bourke
They’re singin’ out for rain.
“They’re singin’ out for rain,” he said,
“And all the tanks are dry.”
The congregation scratched its head,
And gazed around the sky.
“There won’t be grass, in any case,
Enough to feed an ass;
There’s not a blade on Casey’s place
As I came down to Mass.”
“If rain don’t come this month,” said Dan,
And cleared his throat to speak —
“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“If rain don’t come this week.”
A heavy silence seemed to steal
On all at this remark;
And each man squatted on his heel,
And chewed a piece of bark.
“We want an inch of rain, we do,”
O’Neil observed at last;
But Croke “maintained” we wanted two
To put the danger past.
“If we don’t get three inches, man,
Or four to break this drought,
We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“Before the year is out.”
In God’s good time down came the rain;
And all the afternoon
On iron roof and window-pane
It drummed a homely tune.
And through the night it pattered still,
And lightsome, gladsome elves
On dripping spout and window-sill
Kept talking to themselves.
It pelted, pelted all day long,
A-singing at its work,
Till every heart took up the song
Way out to Back-o’-Bourke.
And every creek a banker ran,
And dams filled overtop;
“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“If this rain doesn’t stop.”
And stop it did, in God’s good time;
And spring came in to fold
A mantle o’er the hills sublime
Of green and pink and gold.
And days went by on dancing feet,
With harvest-hopes immense,
And laughing eyes beheld the wheat
Nid-nodding o’er the fence.
And, oh, the smiles on every face,
As happy lad and lass
Through grass knee-deep on Casey’s place
Went riding down to Mass.
While round the church in clothes genteel
Discoursed the men of mark,
And each man squatted on his heel,
And chewed his piece of bark.
“There’ll be bush-fires for sure, me man,
There will, without a doubt;
We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“Before the year is out.”
Ahem >>> climate change ...
rooned = Irish, ruined
Bedad = Irish, expression of surprise
Back ‘o’ Bourke = Aussie slang/informal, remote, inaccessible and a bit backward, place.
(Bourke is a historic country town in New South Wales, population about 2,400. With much better infrastructure and transport it is not that remote anymore and certainly not ‘backward’. From Sydney about 760km, 8 – 9 hours by car).