It's been raining here. For the last four days.
And not gentle rain, either - this is pelt-your-face angry rain, the kind that makes the trees unsteady and leaves the mud to suck at your shoes. Dent the lawn with footprints kind of rain.
Have I mentioned before that I live between a watershed and a river?
A very angry, rising river and a disgustingly bloated watershed? Oh yes.
So far, the sump pumps are doing their job, but it's a bit disconcerting to see the yard disappearing. And the ducks cavorting through what were flowerbeds. (hee! I originally typed 'fowlerbeds' - appropriate!)
No sign yet of the beavers. Maybe they don't like rain?
The rain is supposed to continue until Thursday. We're all going to be prune-y and weather-spotted by then, methinks.