Another year is drawing to a close and as I ponder the flow of the days I wonder if carrying memories of 2023 is worth a damn. You see, this has been a tough year. There’s still the pain of losing my sister that resides deep within my soul but I also have the physical difficulties I’ve been battling since March of this year.

Enough, I say. Move on.

Let’s look at a different type of flow.

That of the Concord River.

It’s not because we received a ton of rain that caused the flooding. It was the fact that we got back-to-back storms. Water follows the path of least resistance, as the laws of physics declare. And that path was into my yard, basement, and onto Elsie Ave.

Even though the National Weather Channel compared the Concord River’s height to 2010, the situation paled in comparison to back then.

The flood of 2010 freaked out the new owner and she put the house back on the market.

Her loss was my blessing. Even with the flooded basements over the years, I love my little corner of the Concord River. I’ve been here 10 years. Goddess willing, I’ll get a few more and maybe, just maybe I’ll be able to work in my gardens again. Fingers and toes crossed.

Okay, that’s it for 2023. I invite you to check out the 2023 posts of months past and get ready for many more amazing posts in 2024.

Goddess willing.

Blessed be :}

Il mio amato immortale.