Eight years on I still get perplexed every year when winter comes and the rain stops.
This year, when we've had days of 28c in July (which is so wrong and unfair I can't even - isn't 7 months of blinding heat enough? This is supposed to beWINTER) the lack of rain means the garden is parched and the streams are low or the beds are dry.
But the trickle of water through the smoothed river rocks can even calm (momentarily) the ire of a Melbournian cruelly denied a proper winter.
The water, undisturbed by rain, is clear and the play of light and water on the rocks soothes and rejuvenates.
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