Our Little Waterfall |
This morning I awakened to a series of loud thunderclaps and a flashing light-show, followed by a sudden deluge hitting our metal roof. We got another inch and a half in a matter of minutes. When it finally died down I wandered out to my writing nest on the dining porch, and opened one of the big windows just a crack. Know what I heard? Gushing! Actual gushing! Now there are little ponds in fields that don't usually have ponds, and the culverts on either side of our driveway have turned into streams themselves.
Know what that means? That means,"Better get some groceries Beck!", 'cause all it would take is just a wee bit more rain, not just right here, but even anywhere upstream of here, for that gushing to turn into a deafening ROAR, which would mean our creek had jumped its banks, our low-water crossings were impassable, and we wouldn't be going anywhere for a while. Such is life in the Texas Hill Country -- persistent drought with intermittent flooding!
Oops! What is that I hear? May not make it to the grocery store after all. Let's just hope I can get this posted before I lose my internet connection!
1 comment:
We spent the night in Sonora last night, based on this morning, there's more weather coming your way.
Blessings,
Sherri
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