Karen GoatKeeper's Blog - Posts Tagged "natural-disaster"
Natural Disasters
A book on a rainy day. That sounds like a good prescription and I took it. And I missed the developing disaster.
It was a rainy day following some other rainy days. The sky was gray. Rain fell steadily. Thunder rumbled making the computer off limits and turned off. The chores were done. I was almost done with the latest mystery book.
I settled in and opened the book. It was a good way to pass the time. For those interested, the book was Double Booked for Death by Ali Brandon. I finished it.
That was when my companion came in to tell me about the rain. I knew about the rain. At least I thought I did.
It seems my companion had watched the rain pour down to the tune of 5 inches in two hours, the creek rise three feet and take out the bridge, the road turn into a river course digging deep ditches across the road and along the side. The water was rising across the yard but stopped twenty feet away. The roof sprang a leak.
Across the road the creek was up to the rise before my garden. Water stretched across the pastures. Chickens huddled with drenched feathers under any shelter they could find. Goats gave up on the idea of grass and devoured their hay.
The creek is back in its banks. The pastures are no longer wading pools. The road is rough but driveable.
Now the clean up is ongoing. Lives are getting put back in order. My blog here at GR will get back on schedule. At least until the next natural disaster.
It was a rainy day following some other rainy days. The sky was gray. Rain fell steadily. Thunder rumbled making the computer off limits and turned off. The chores were done. I was almost done with the latest mystery book.
I settled in and opened the book. It was a good way to pass the time. For those interested, the book was Double Booked for Death by Ali Brandon. I finished it.
That was when my companion came in to tell me about the rain. I knew about the rain. At least I thought I did.
It seems my companion had watched the rain pour down to the tune of 5 inches in two hours, the creek rise three feet and take out the bridge, the road turn into a river course digging deep ditches across the road and along the side. The water was rising across the yard but stopped twenty feet away. The roof sprang a leak.
Across the road the creek was up to the rise before my garden. Water stretched across the pastures. Chickens huddled with drenched feathers under any shelter they could find. Goats gave up on the idea of grass and devoured their hay.
The creek is back in its banks. The pastures are no longer wading pools. The road is rough but driveable.
Now the clean up is ongoing. Lives are getting put back in order. My blog here at GR will get back on schedule. At least until the next natural disaster.
