After a really warm Sunday with Arabian dust in the air, we woke up to swollen rivers and gloomy skies. The Thomatal was nearly up to the top of the new defences they put in last year, can see it going over the top,someone has underestimated, especially as the channel is narrower. The Mur is at the highest for several years and I guess the snow melt has increased the flow, and there’s so much to melt. It makes me so aware that our house is three quarters surrounded by water! Most of all is the noise, the rivers rushing and roaring. All this morning while I was doing the housework I had the windows open to hear the music of the rivers. Wonderful I feel so blessed!
So where's the snow? 