It started raining night before last, rained hard most of yesterday, all night to the point of interfering with hubby’s Direct TV signal, and all day today. It would have been a good day to not go out, but there was a necessary errand and PT to deal with. I was also told by the man who loves me that I was spending too much time alone with him and neglecting my friends, so off to town we went.
It was raining too hard when we left to hear our creek, but the big creek at the bottom of Mt. Lake Rd. was very high. We drove through periods of heavy rain, areas of fog, but no incidents on the way in. About the time we got in town, they announced the schools that had opened today, several systems in areas prone to flooding didn’t even open, were all closing hours early. When I worked for the school system, we had a rain like this that flooded a couple of areas and they couldn’t get the kids that lived beyond the flooded areas home on the buses. They were returned to school and parents had to find an alternate route around the flood or get someone else to pick up those children.
Errand was done, we went and bought me a rain jacket as my old one had been discarded a year or so back when all the seam taping came off. The seams were resealed, but the ones around my arms and the back of my neck were irritating and it leaked. The store had a variety of colors, mostly nature colors like blue, green, black, white, but they had red, bright cardinal red. I can wear it in the woods and be seen.
About an hour and a half was spent with a small contingent of the spinning group, none of us brave enough to bring our wheels out in the pouring rain, so today we were a knitting group, but some socialization was fit into the day before PT time. Because that was late today, he picked me up and I sat in the waiting room until a client/patient spent 15 minutes pacing back and forth just off my toes while reading on her phone. Not able to think of a polite way to ask her to stop or to redirect her pacing down the hallway leading to the PT room, I just left and returned to the car.
When we got back to our driveway, we passed it to see what the two creeks on our property were doing. The big one flows all the time to some extent, down the edge of our property to a rock cliff formed by a sink hole. The creeks disappear underground in that flat, but today the flat was flooded and the creeks were running down the old creek bed that it used before the hole opened. The upper one is a run off creek and only flows when we have significant rain for a day or so. It was roaring and had jumped it’s banks, creating a second flow that was washing out the edge of the road. In an effort to prevent that, we went over the nearly rusted away front fence to see what the issue was. It looked like all of the fall leaves from around that creek had gotten caught at a bend. To deal with it, I removed my shoes and socks, rolled up my jeans and climbed in the creek bed to about mid calf and scooped soggy leaves out of the channel. Then we gathered rocks, one so large I had to flip it end over end from up hill to try to dam off the new channel that was being formed and get the creek back in it’s bed away from the road. My feet and hands were frozen by the time we quit and got back in the car. After the rain stops, I will go back up there with a shovel and garden fork and clear the rest of the leaves and build that edge back up so the creek doesn’t wash out the gravel road. I did see the new shoots of the day lilies that I planted up there from my Dad’s garden when we first bought the property. I planted three clusters and the creek movement and their spread has moved them down both sides of that creek. After my Dad passed, I did go back up there and bring a clump of them back down to the day lily bed at the house.
The poor chickens never got out today, with 3 to 4″ of rain expected, I knew their pen would be a muddy mess and they are too stupid to not get soaked. They were given a scoop of scratch and a bucket of water in the coop. After the rain stops, tomorrow, I think, and before the snow flurries of Saturday night, I will break up more of the big round bale of hay and get a good layer down in the bare areas where I slip and slide trying to deal with letting them in and locking them up. I figure if I keep doing that, eventually the pen will be level inside or I will have barrow and barrows of great compost for the vegetable garden.
