Yesterday I blogged about all the water down our lane. Well, you can double that and more.
If I hadn’t dumped out our rain gauge, the water would have flowed over the top.
We will not be able to get down our lane for quite a while. Unless Bob goes with the tractor to rescue it, we will not be able to check our critter cam.
Of course, just like the last storm, we ended our day with a rainbow.
Just before dark.
In between bouts of rain, I had to rush out to save 2 hens. The door had shut with a gust of wind. All the others had made it inside, except these two old girls. They were soaked, but managed to join the others after I opened the door for them. Poor things. I then had to wait for the rain to slow again before I could get back to the house.
We’ve already doubled our average rain for August and it’s only the 8th. Ugh!
I was sitting by my desk, finishing my next column, when a sharp tone emitted from our weather alert. The radio happens to be within 4 feet of my desk and I almost jumped out of my chair when it went off.
This alert gave me plenty of time to park my car inside the barn before the thunderstorm arrived.
I have to say that last Saturday’s alert almost didn’t come soon enough for Bob and me. We had been inside, out of the heat, when the alert sounded. Bob went to put the cart in and I quickly parked my car inside the barn as hail was a possibility, just like today.
We weren’t outside long and just got back inside the house when the storm hit. That really surprised us. Usually, we are given at least a half-hour’s warning, like we were today.
It used to be that one alert would come after another as a storm worked its way through the area. On the new weather alert radio we just set our county and only when our county is included in the warning or watch do we hear any piercing alert.
I recommend everyone have a weather alert radio. You don’t want to be caught up short if it’s time to take cover–it’s great to know that some cell phones send out bad weather alerts, too. On a trip, you may need more time to find shelter.
Today Bob, Rebecca, and Andy picked up branches and branches and branches–there were more every time we turned around. We found a few still hung up in trees.
While they did that, I picked up pine cones, buckets, and buckets of pine cones. There were thousands both big and little. There are so many, they will hurt the mower blade. It’s amazing how far things flew away from their original trees, both branches, and pine cones.
We are all very tired, yet there’s more work ahead, but we may need a few more hands cutting the big logs. That’s for another day and another blog.