With one of the most serious droughts in decades here in Central Texas, pushing two years, grass not only crunching but powdering when you walk on it, giant cracks in the Houston black soil here on the place, grass growing in the bottom of the year-round creek that's been dry that long, a lot of people, myself included, have been praying for rain. I was on the verge of organizing an official Rain Dance.
Then, on Friday, it started. 11 inches later, this was the view off of our front porch.
Understand, the creek that rose this high? Isn't visible during normal (not drought) times, because it's down in a draw. The hundred year flood plain is at the fenceline - you can see a fence post in the middle between the pecan tree and the peach tree in the central right part of the photo above. (The photo below is my husband canoeing in our front yard before the creek REALLY rose - the fenceline is the one above, from a different angle. Joey, the dog in the photo, thinks he's lost his mind.)
I35, a couple of miles down the road, had all six lanes closed. We couldn't leave the place, anyway, because our 1/4 mile long drive was under water, as well. When we DID get out, we couldn't leave one way on the county road because the water was over the road at one place and had torn away some of the road. Fortunately, there are two other ways out.
We're discovering the joys that occur when the leach field is 18 inches under water for any period of time.
And the rains kept coming. They're still coming, in fact, a little, though there is hope of drying up in the next few days. I'm SO glad the drought has broken, and we'll get through this, but remember,
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU ASK FOR!
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