Rain.
Rain.
More rain.
Really, that’s all that’s been happening over the past few days.
It rains, then comes in sheets, then pours buckets all over the land.
Our swales are full.
Our yard is full.
Our property is full.
Zounds!
A large mote ran around us for over a day. Ray was checking the basement almost constantly and I was pacing nervously, worried about a flood.
We had small breaks. During one, I went and pulled the smaller chickens inside. They had a tote for cover, but the ground was so full of water that it started to pool so I thought pulling them in would be kinder then leaving them to the elements.
Hopefully they agreed.
And still it rained on.
The water washed over the road.
Cars had to slowly wade through.
Our fedge was drowning.
I’m sure the kiwi are angry. The leaf edges had already started to turn black from too much water.
And still…it rained.
On.
And on.
And on.
a pinch of homestead 