The Little Things …

For those of you not in Eastern Ontario, it’s been a rainy summer – there; you’re caught up – that’s all you really need to know.

For those of you in Eastern Ontario, you know it rained like the dickens at the beginning of last week. It started raining Monday night and we lay in bed listening to about four or five separate thunderstorms, and heavy, heavy rain on the metal roof, and water sloshing, and streaming, and dripping, and racing off the eaves – All. Night. Long.

And when I got up and went for my run on Tuesday morning, this is what I saw:

 

This is our access road to the highway. I’ve never seen so much water on the road, but from a distance I thought maybe it was just a shallow covering. Maybe I’d be able to tiptoe through and keep my running shoes (mostly) dry.

 

Upon closer inspection, not so much.

I took off my shoes and socks, and waded in. In the very middle of the road, it was well over my ankles. Toward the sides it only got deeper.

I kept running, came home, and as we all sat around and looked at the grey outside, my older son started pacing. “Hey,” I said. “Want to go see the flood with me?”

We went.

 

It’s a very short walk, but on the way I took pictures of things I’ve looked at a hundred times, but never photographed.

 

 

If you look closely, you’ll see the white tails of three deer (they were bucks) running away in the above photo. We have a bit of a deer infestation on the island …

 

These turbines are very far away from our cottage – they’re on the other side of a huge bay – but they look really close in this photo.

 

We finally reached the (temporary) river and, of course, we waded right in.

 

 

I wasn’t the only one taking photos:

 

 

We headed back and I took a photo of this tiny gate-to-nowhere which I’ve always loved the look of:

 

 

And that was it – a small, short outing. By the next day the flood was gone and you’d never know the road had even been covered but ever since, every time I run by it, I smile.

Now it makes me think of my son.

It was just a little thing, but I’ll always hold it close.