My Wichita friends are giggling with glee. Their snow was melted off the roads and drives ways by sundown yesterday. We in the rural area of the county are not pleased. I was able to make it down one of our side streets yesterday, but not without the feeling of impending doom. The plows pushed the snow out of the way, but the banks loom over my car. And as the snow melted, the more the road disappeared under the water it left behind. Our main road is still closed because of the power poles. Who knows how long it will be until they get to them.
With the snow melting, we are now dealing with flooding here. Yesterday I was up to my knees in iceberg ridden water. Very cold. Snow encircling the new pond, but I dredged on, had to milk, and got rewarded with a hoof imprint on the back of my hand. We will be able to get out this morning, but this evening, I don't know. The weatherman is calling for rain.
I complain, but my friend The Fool, is under Mt. Redoubt.
My ankle is feeling better, thanks for asking. I am watching the waters flood my garden area. I think there will be some redoing of that. My peach blossom are gone.
But on the bright side of things, I will be able to plant more cool weather stuff this week, even in the rain. The part of the garden where they hail isn't underwater.
The goats are in the barn, since the pen is under water. I went out to milk, and the kids decided that they would help. Mama wasn't too thrilled with this two biting fools attacking her teats.