More waiting for rain.
Nail biting waiting.
Chris up and down on the tractor day after day hauling feed.
Our meagre supply of grass fast turning to dust.
The stock starving, waiting for us as the gate, charging, fighting to be first.
Plane tickets to Dubai hanging in the balance. Spending Christmas with our daughter, Zoë, tantalises, her time off a cherished event.
Zoë’s own plans in suspense … waiting for our call, waiting every day.
Do we go or … do we stay?
We can’t go. Suspense is replaced by devastating disappointment. We can’t desert the stock, the feed too scarce.
Tears. Zoë alone for Christmas?
She decides to come to Australia. Flights are under pressure and as standby, she is sent home again and again, flights full. So many trips to the airport, time to abandon.
Success! She is on her way.
We are together. Christmas at the beach, massive feast, drinks, games, laughter.
News arrives as a text from a neighbour … 60mm had fallen. We want to, but we can’t, believe it. Hope torments, welcome relief, feared.
Festivities at an end, time to go home.
Puddles on the way. A flow over The MacIntyre Brook, Oakey Creek as well. Then water pouring over the causeway at Spring Creek!
Rain. Rain. Rain.
No more feeding. No more worrying.
Best Christmas present ever.
Life has turned around. Relief permitted at last.