Since yesterday morning we've gotten 1-9/10th inches of rain. It's almost stopped now, but we've just heard heavier rain is to start again later this afternoon.
We had a steady drizzle all day yesterday which was perfect for settling the new material on our driveway. Since the ground was so dry, the gentle rain we had yesterday was just right for soaking into the parched earth rather than a heavy downpour which most likely would have run off causing erosion.
Yesterday's rain became heavier over night accompanied by strong winds. This morning we heard reports of trees coming down in the wind.
Our friend B (lady carpenter) called early this morning to say she was going to stop by to drop something off before going on to another job. When she called she had just returned home after being called out before dawn (she's a volunteer fire[wo]man) because a tree fell on an electrical transformer and started a small forest fire. But between the rain and the quick responders, it was put out quickly.
When we opened the door for B a short time later, she greeted us with mock indignation and said, "The reason I'm all covered with sawdust is because I had to cut up a large popple tree that was blocking your driveway."
After she left was when we decided we had better don rain gear and go take a tour to see if anything else had happened on ye ol' homestead.
This is the road back to our wood working area. Hubby didn't need quite that high of a boot, but it was wet.
Our pond is fed by run-off from the hills behind us and got very low the last part of summer. You can see by this picture how high the water line usually comes. After this rain, it has come up about a foot already but still has a ways to go.
We've had a whole herd of wild Mallards hanging out and resting on the pond for a couple of weeks. They frequently come all the way up into the chicken yard looking for the scratch grain we throw out twice a day. I counted 19 of them this morning.
Zoey the Wonder Dog was (for a change) eager to get back in the house after our morning walk. At 13-1/2 years of age, she's starting to favor a good snooze by the wood stove rather than a romp in the cold rain.
the quotidian (3.19.18)
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