In the midst of the second of two days of crazy wild weather across much
of Tasmania, I headed to town on Friday to be greeted by a stunning rainbow
framing the village. Unfortunately, by the time I made it a few kilometres down
the road and stopped to capture the moment, its vibrancy had faded. With the rain
lashing my bedroom window, the wind roared throughout Thursday night, buffeting
and rattling my front door to the point I was sure it would blow open. It’s
happened once before in the middle of the night in similar circumstances, so I
was thankful not to repeat the experience.
As I was to discover later, at the moment I was taking the photo, our giant
Village Green tree succumbed yet again to the gale force winds and lost another
large limb. So, once more, the Green has been cordoned off and the limb sawn up
while we await the verdict on the safety or otherwise of what has become
something of a village icon over the years.
Those in the south of the State fared worst, with several months’ worth of
rain falling in a matter of hours and with it, substantial widespread damage. We
in the north were nowhere near as hard hit, but power outages in many rural
areas dragged on well into the weekend as technicians located problems and
reinstated services.
As the wind and rain reduced in ferocity and began to subside, the
overarching rainbow felt like a reminder that the worst was over, a reassuring
promise of peace and protection.
wild weather’s promised
afterglow
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