A Little Rain Goes a Long Way!

Rain has been falling in buckets around here the past six weeks!  The creeks are overflowing and the ground has all gone mushy, squishy!  The word "wet" has taken on a new meaning lately - meaning mud, mud and more mud!  But am I complaining?  Nope!  Because after the record drought last summer, I don't dare complain about a bit of smelly brown stuff!  Not me!!

 I love to put on my "farm shoes" and walk along the overflowing creek banks looking for "treasures" that might have drifted down from the hills.  Yes, I admit it, I will occasionally pick up a few large stones just to see how big a splash I can make.  There are times when being a "grown-up" is unacceptable!!!  

 After one particular thunderous morning, JR, The Little Cowboy, and I set out on the Mule to survey the damage.  I call this our "Monster Creek"!!  It was a little like being on the Colorado River riding the rapids! --  Only we were riding on a Kawasaki Mule and I was praying with all my might that we wouldn't get washed downstream to "Never, Never Land"!

This pretty, meandering creek was flowing up and over the road bank.  It brought to mind the old poem "Over the River and Through the Mud to Grandmother's House We Go!"  Or maybe that was "Over the River and Through the Woods......"  

 Even the gentle flowing, minor streams had an ominous look about them!

And just like that (WHAM!) a lake materialized in the pasture by our homestead.

 So we held a meeting with our brains to see if this might be the day to invest in a houseboat! Then we held a meeting with our bank account and decided today was not the day! (Just like the old bank account to put a damper on the day!)

Before long, with a little bit of help from the sun, the waters began to recede....

It's nice to be able to count on the donkeys coming to the barn for an afternoon treat even if they did have to swim part of the way!

And, of course, some things will never change!

Boys will be boys, mud will be mud ...........

And wash day will be wash day!!!

A week or two later.......

 Yellow, wild weed  (To me they are beautiful flowers - to farmers they are evil!)  has sprung up everywhere.  This fallen tree has JR's name written all over it.  To JR this means only one thing.......

 It's time to purchase a bulldozer and start cleaning up the mess left from last fall's logging.

 This monster of a dozer came all the way from Indiana to make its new home with the trucks, tractors, back hoe, dump truck, etc.

Welcome Spring Time!!

Dee Dee