Rainwater management:
While I hid from the constant drizzle under my pathetic plastic sheet, I looked up and saw that Beth had
somehow convinced Phill to be her personal umbrella. Phill did not provide this umbrella for me, but I suspect this is
because Beth is much cuter than I.
Hmmm, even from here I can see she's working with a really nice set of Drosera glanduligera
and Utricularia multifida flowers.
Damn, I wish I had seen them. Maybe she'll get her photos on line for you. I also notice that she cleverly chose to lay down in a
spot that wasn't a wet drainage, unlike the rainwater streams I had unerringly been choosing to roll around in.
While she and Phill played with those plants, I walked back to the car making liquescent squelching noises with each
sodden footfall.
Yes, cold misery was gnawing at the edge of my spirits and I considered hiding in the car. But then I noticed that on the
unexplored side of the road, not much more than
5 meters away, there was a very nice sundew scrambling up into the tea trees. Yes,
it was emerging from knee-deep vegetation wet with rain, and investigating it would mean soaked shins,
but I had no option but to yield to its
siren call. I stepped off the road and discovered, in dismay, that the weedy vegetation was hiding the fact that the
roadside was steeply sloped downwards. I
slid-skied-surfed a few meters down the hill until I came to a stop (still standing, thank you) in what was
actually chest high, wet roadside weeds. I forced my way through them to get at the sundew, and in thanks the roadside plants graciously
reapplied me with cold, wet rainwater.
Whine, whine, whine.
