While we still have a 50% chance of rain in the area for the next several days, it looks like (knock on wood!) that the major flooding is over, at least on our place. So this morning we're pumping out the flooded storm shelter.
It was difficult getting a photo, on a sunny summer morning, of what is essentially a dark hole in the ground, but here it is. The line that you see inside is the water level (understand, several people, including tall men, can stand upright in this shelter when it's not full of water - the grey thing on the left in the shelter is the top of the rail for the steps going down into it). The black cat is Beezl, our 17+ pound 12 year old black cat who, along with our Morgan horses, supervises every project we do to make sure we do it right.
More cheerfully, while things are a bit soggy, the world as seen from our front porch is once more a beautiful, green place, washed clean of the dust of the recent drought by the storms that blew through.
Mother Nature has her moods, as do we all - stormy one day, putting on her party dress the next. This is just another event in a long life of learning to live with her in relatively peaceful co-existence.