Okay, so we went from one of the mildest winters in history (pretty much) to one of the wettest! The flooding is ebbing, slowly, waiting for us to beg it not to go, as if we could somehow miss it. Then the skies open up, dismal dark grey rain comes down making it hard to tell the drops apart, and the floods come running back with open arms. Licking at the new rocks that have been arranged at the entrances of driveways that were washed away with the first visit. Tickling the edges of swollen creeks in anticipation of, yet again, slipping over and flowing with abandoned, merciless, gleeful, destruction of land and mood.
It could be so much worse, that I do know. My friends up north, without electricity for days on never ending days. Relying on Mother Nature’s cold shoulder to keep their provisions from going bad. Wind tipping over insecure trees, the trees that have no depth to their tap root but instead rely on an easy superficial root system that provides no security when storms of life hit.
It could be so much worse, that I do know. My friends up north, without electricity for days on never ending days. Relying on Mother Nature’s cold shoulder to keep their provisions from going bad. Wind tipping over insecure trees, the trees that have no depth to their tap root but instead rely on an easy superficial root system that provides no security when storms of life hit.
Yes it is wintertime here in the valley. Hubby suggests maybe a tanning booth would be in order......me, I’m popping D from my Pez dispenser and am editing footage like the mad woman I am. Friday, according to the meteorologist that is batting .300 when it comes to accuracy and yet still gets paid, it is supposed to be sunny. I’ve got the woolly pregies slated for haircuts and every single truck collie scheduled for a spin on the yearlings. Hanging on to that dream.....
Seize the Day!
Scary business, this rain and flooding. Thinking of you guys - hope the sun comes soon.
ReplyDeleteYou might need some cougar dancing. :)