End of the World... or Just another Dust Storm..

When I awoke, early on Wednesday morning, I could see a blood red light in the gap of our bedroom drapes.
As I rolled over, I thought it was odd...
I decided it was either the End of The World... or another violent Bushfire Sunrise!
As you do, in this country of extremes.

However, when I rose at 5.50am, & noted the odd blanket of cloud, I knew what it was. I knew it was a dust storm. We had experienced one, of a much lesser degree, back in 1983, when we first resumed residence in this (now) beloved country.


I took this view from our front room windows, around 6 .15am.

I had already taken this view of the same area, at approximately 6am. I am not sure why the light appeared so different in each photo, but visibility fluctuated as the day wore on.

Eventually it all appeared clear by around 4pm. We were warned it was not really all clear!

Warnings for today.

All appeared clear,but we are warned there is 'talcum-like' sediment remaining in the air.

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"I Love you Too!!"

Here is my Grand Nephew.

And here he is, with his doting Grandfather! He takes him for rides in his truck, up & down their driveway!!

Here is N with his lovely Daddy!

What a huge Grin!!

I suppose I have to go to bed??

But Daddy, this is too much fun??

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This is true 'free treat' territory...

Alas, it was no more, after the dust storm.

Nothing remained untouched.
It was amazing how the dust storm destroyed some things.

The neighbour's beautifully blooming Azaleas were laden with wonderful blossom.

They are the Bridesmaids to the coming marriage of the Summer!

The Bride, perhaps, the Double May, or the White Azalea, looking every bit, the '50's Bride!!

What short lived glory, once the Dust arrived. It left it's red calling card all over everything.

We will spend months cleaning, the red of the interior top soil, from our cosy lives, here in the city.

I spare a thought for the Farmers of the Outback whose dreams may be dashed, & ruined with the loss of the topsoil. The Loss of the crops to come...

The red dirt from the interior of New South Wales, came to settle on our Eastern Coastal space.

How do the small bugs & beasties know where to settle? How do they know how to find the tender, young rocket? I am selfish, & do not wish to share with them...

Red Dirt Girl, Emmy Lou Harris.