I wrote about the resumption of rainy weather yesterday afternoon, after Mark drove Joey's truck out to leave it across the creek and out of harm's way.  It seems like we made the right call.  Rain pounded on the roof all night, bringing our week's total up over 7 inches.  By the time I walked Lucy, the creek had risen from my ankle to my knee.

I dawdled a bit more than I should have since I knew from the doppler radar that I only had about twenty minutes between cloudbursts.  But how could I resist trying to capture fog between the hills or a box turtle catching a huge leech right along the edge of the public road?  My dawdling was worthwhile --- two trucks of tree trimmers/chippers rolled by and I flagged them down to ask if they would dump some wood chips in our parking area.  They agreed (although they've agreed before, and no wood chips have shown up), so I scurried around to move our vehicles out of the way and give them a place to dump my biomass.

Now an hour had passed and the rain was pouring down.  The muddy creek had risen past the middle of my thigh, and at the rate the rain is still falling, I suspect we may attain flood conditions today.  I love the neverending excitement on our farm!

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About us: Anna Hess and Mark Hamilton spent over a decade living self-sufficiently in the mountains of Virginia before moving north to start over from scratch in the foothills of Ohio. They've experimented with permaculture, no-till gardening, trailersteading, home-based microbusinesses and much more, writing about their adventures in both blogs and books.



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