Wave clouds

It’s been a strange day. I spent the morning trying to get warm. Then all afternoon I tried to stay cool. 

I have buried myself in caring for this acre of Earth, to soothe my soul from the conflicts across the world and the stupidity of tomorrow’s  Election build-up.

It reached 25C at one point. And it’s been breezy, which is indicated by these impressive wave clouds. They form when there is plenty of wind up above.

Refuelling mid-afternoon with three glasses of cordial (elderflower) and some Anzac biscuits provided me with enough energy to mow all the short grass. 

While I was mid-mow a stranger pulled up at the gate and Bean went bananas, barking and leaping about. She was exceedingly agitated. It was a large, quite intimidating man. He stood at the gate and waited for me to approach him (good girl Bean), and proceeded to say he had stayed here four or five years ago when it was a ‘Health Retreat’. He was interested to see what it looks like now. 

I was very cautious indeed, because to the best of my knowledge it has never been a retreat of any sort, and his time frame was all wrong: I moved here over six years ago. And Bean was trembling with anxiety while leaning against my leg. 

So I didn’t enter into cheery conversation and made no move to invite him through the gate. Fortunately he gave up trying to engage with me quite soon and drove off. I noted down his car rego number, just in case.

I didn’t feel vulnerable thanks entirely to Bean. If she’d not been here I would felt much more exposed.

He may have been entirely on the level, but I’m content that I responded appropriately.