Photo Credit: H. L. Whitehurst
I loaded these photos on 4 March, then other things commandeered my time and energy.
Out of date, now, but will serve as a reminder of our plunge from February to March.
Rain began on the afternoon of the 28th--the kind of torrential downpour that rapidly swells normally placid creeks, creates runnels and streams where there is usually dry ground. Many area homes--like that of our son and his wife--are accessed across a creek bed and at the height of a deluge and for 24-48 hours may be cut off.
Above you see water roaring down the not so aptly named Dry Creek, rearranging the gravel bed, shifting rocks, and in this case, carrying along a large dead tree. Not discernable until the next day when Howard began to cautiously assess damage are two large plastic trash bins lodged beneath the bridge and with the tree trunk, backing up the flow of water.
Neighboring fields were flooded, roads disappeared under fast-moving muddy water.
By Tuesday morning Jim and Howard tackled the mess with chainsaw [for the tree trunk] and two of their tractors to rearrange gravel.
One benefit for my projects is the large flat chunks of slate rock uncovered. Howard corralled some likely pieces and suggested we come up on Thursday to collect more for the extension to the west garden--a planting that thus far exists only in my fertile mind.
Here at our place water streamed down the drive and raced along the edge of the south ravine.
The resident lame skunk has not been sighted since Friday, before the rains.
He/she may be still around; perhaps if it's den was in one of the ravines it has been flooded out.
The ground remained squelchy for several days. I put on my boots and walked the perimeter of the open property. Several dead trees were toppled in the storm. This is one of those damaged by the fire [of suspicious origin?] which destroyed the house belonging to previous owners.
During the winter of construction our two campers were situated across from this tree and near the rubble left from the fire--a bleak view. All that now remains is a cement 'pad' which fronted the former house and the fire-dead trees which come down one by one.
Along the edge of the south ravine a 'woodpecker' tree lost its precarious hold on the wet slope.
Muddy trail left by the running water.
My walk-abouts are companioned by cats--here is our good-natured Nellie-Boy.
Willis has always been determined to plod along on my outdoor ramblings.
Jim unloading the first assortment of rocks for my garden extension.
Does he look enthused?
Rocks neatly stacked on a pallet.
These often split apart. I'm OK with that; I know where to find replacements should a path need to be re-laid.
Shelby--much interested in the rock piling outside my bedroom window.
In heavy rains the gravel lane washes out. Our neighbor seems to enjoy using his tractor to smooth out the ruts after a fierce storm.
I've been able to do a bit of pruning and poking about in the west wall garden. Afternoon temperatures approached 60F once the rains passed, although mornings were frosty and the light wind had a sharpish bite.
Willis chooses a large sun-warmed rock for comfort.
Willis wears well his nearly eleven years.
Fresh cookies and a mug of tea as reward for outdoor work.
Loaves of bread nearly ready to exit the oven.
Baking, housework, sewing, reading--the usual round of things that brought me through February.
Mornings come earlier even on overcast days and the season moves forward, more or less on schedule, unmoved by the uproar and turmoil of humanity.