It blew gales, the rain coming from all directions at once, whipping around the house, whistling and shaking screens.
The driveway looked like a river, culminating in a pond in front of one of the garage doors,
And created a new, but temporary creek between the house and the gardens.
Actually this is what is supposed to happen, though the pond in front of the garage door shouldn’t. That is the result of the grands digging there where the softer soil has washed down the edge of the driveway.
When the rain quits and before it freezes, the tractor will have to be driven up to clean the culvert on the uphill side of our driveway. The crushed gravel has washed down across the road again and about half filled the ditch. Maybe a tractor bucket or two of that will be dumped and smoothed in front of that door. The design of the garage is raised enough that this water does not come in, but it is a mess to get to the cars.
The chicken coop was opened, but their food was put inside. They didn’t venture out until the heaviest rainfall slowed. I could hear Mr. Croak out there voicing his displeasure. The high temperature for the day occurred early and though through Wednesday, it will still be mild, the rain should finally quit and a bit of drying out to occur before the cold arrives on Thursday. Wednesday night’s low will be Thursday’s high and winter will return to the mountains.