Right now we are being dished out a taste of winter weather ahead. About half an hour ago I decided to give up trying to convince myself it was too early in the season to don the fleecy trackies and changed out of my three quarter length cotton pants. When that wasn’t enough to warm me up, I gave in and turned on the heater.
Squally bursts are sending the rain horizontally across the paddocks, a cold south-westerly wind is buffeting the house. I imagine I’m lucky not to be living in an exposed area. All the same, I’m glad it’s not me in the cowshed milking the cows. Who’d be a farmer in weather like this?
The Met Service has a Severe Weather Watch out for this area. Gusts of up to 110 km/hr are likely.
I’m one of the few people who think the Met Service does a pretty good job in predicting the weather. After all New Zealand is a very small bit of land out in the middle of a very large ocean. To me it seems it must be like trying to predict the weather for a large ocean liner.
I find it re-assuring to know that:
“MetService forecasters will continue to monitor the situation and advise people in these areas to remain up to date with the latest forecasts in case a full warning becomes necessary.”
Now I’m thinking what do I have to do at work tomorrow? Will I be able to do it from home if there are trees across the road in the morning? Yeah, I think so, as long as the power and phone lines don’t go down.
Oh, and it isn’t just the farmers who have my sympathy. Today is the first day of the school holidays. I know other children aren’t all the same as mine were but if there was one thing that didn’t go down well with my lot during the holidays it was being cooped up inside.
Me, I don’t mind so much any more.