The deluge finally ended late last night. Yesterday, it rained so hard for hours and hours – relentless rain – that the culverts were overflowing onto the street. We tried to keep our spirits up here in the cottage, but it was a challenge. Later in the day, I went out to get the mail and I noticed all sorts of trash/debris in the culvert on either side of the driveway. You know, people throw things out their car windows and the trash lands somewhere up the road from us and the force of the water flowing very powerfully through the culverts carries all that trash here. So we had to run out in the rain to gather up all the debris. Don was pulling some cardboard out of the culvert and the frog appeared again. Same general area where he was before. We’ve named him Phileas Frog (inspired by the character in Around the World in Eighty Days.)
This morning the water has receded. Where will Phileas go, I wonder?
I can hear the rushing of the river from where I sit in the den. It’s so loud!
It looks like we’ll get a respite for a few days but there’s more rain coming next week. I can see the beginnings of sunshine out there and I’m grateful.
We have wildflowers popping up everywhere in the area around the gardens and the funky patio. It makes for a somewhat cluttered look that I’m tempted to clean up, but then I see these buds.
That become these little flowers – fleabane. And I leave them because they’re beautiful.
The same for the forget-me-nots that are blooming after springing up in the spaces between the pavers.
So I’m going to let it be a bit wild for a while.
Stay safe.
Happy Saturday.
