You heard about Elsa, correct?
No, not that Elsa. I’m referring to Tropical Storm Elsa.
Yeah, that’s the one. Well she skirted along the edge of my little corner of the world and dumped close to 12 inches of rain.
As result when too much water enters the Concord River it rises, which results in it spreading my way. Water follows the path of least resistance, as I am sure you know, and that path leads right into my neighbor’s yard…
and onto my property as well. It’s a good thing my Sixteen Candles likes his feet, ankles, knees, thighs, and hips wet.
The ducks enjoyed not having to walk very far to reach my grass and the cracked corn.
My irises weren’t too happy sitting in water. There’s a saying that Bearded irises like their feet wet but their knees dry, meaning the roots should stay moist but the tubers dry. Well, these irises have wet feet and knees.
I’m not sure my Nantucket Blue hydrangea enjoyed standing in water. Hydrangeas like moist soil but soggy, wet soil…ummm, not so much.
My basement got a teensy bit wet but the sump pump handled the seepage. (Thank you, Bob, for fixing my sump pump this past spring.) All in all, things could have been much worse. I’m blessed that I haven’t seen flooding like the level that occurred in 2010.
My fingers and toes are crossed, double crossed, and triple crossed that I don’t see this kind of flooding any time soon.
Now on to more thrilling news. I managed to get a shot of a hummingbird. The little guys, and gals, have been elusive of late but patience does pay off.
As long as I’m on the topic of patience, I got a wonderful video of my Great Blue Heron hunting chipmunks. That’s right, chipmunks! Who knew herons had a hankering for mammal meat? (Warning: video contains graphic footage of Mother Nature in action.)
That’s it for me. I have nothing else to tell you.
And in case you’re wondering…it’s raining today. Argh!
Blessed be :]
Mi manchi, mia amata immortale.