The sound of bells...

Well, I suppose as most of you who read this would have heard, the sound of wedding bells will soon echo through our families. The better half and I will be tying the knot next Spring, after having spent the last 7 years together. For the romantics out there, I proposed at a lookout overlooking the floodlit Three Sisters.

And now, we have moved full swing into operation wedding - good thing I'm doing project management this semester... Who would have thought there was so much to organise, or that the fellas actually had a part to play in the whole shebang! From bonbonneres to my personal favourite: bridal lingerie haha. But already the planning has come along in leaps and bounds: the reception and ceremony venue has been decided, located on the banks of the Murrumbidgee - well not quite on the banks but close enough - the caterer is just about decided on, photographer booked and celebrant chosen. And they say you need a minimum 12 months to organise a wedding ha! Tonight saw me trying on suits, shirts and vests, while the coffe table is buckling under the weight of bridal cattledogs, magazines and sample invitations.

But onto other things; uni is the usual mongrel it always has been, work is pretty good too and I'm slowly taking on more responsibilities which is geat. We had a good drop of rain over the Anzac weekend and the farmers are starting to get into sowing full swing.

It's funny how everything in the country has such a greater meaning. Up in the Mountains, while rain was good, it didn't have a whole lot of meaning; and for anyone in Sydney it seems it's just a royal pain in the arse. But out here you know that every drop that falls from the sky has the potential to yield an income for the farmer, bolster the spirits of the community and ultimately to provide food and produce for the country.

Of course it isn't always like that - get rain at the wrong time of year and it'll be the end of a good crop and during summer it primes weed growth which requires big $'s to control.

It wasn't a huge fall, only 20mm total, but it was just so good to watch it fall, hear it on the roof and literally watch the landscape green up. I went to Gundagai on the Friday and then again on the Sunday. The difference in 'greeness' was noticeable. Pretty incredible really.

Let's just hope there's a lot more where it came from. Some private forecasters have even had a gamble that the Murray and Darling Basins will see a turn around - let's hope so.

Ciao