There was a time not so long ago when the rain that we’ve had this year would have seemed on the dry side. A time when we would have considered the half-inches here and there and a couple two-inch rains and last night’s six-inch downpour as lacking in the aggregate. But we’re in the midst of a severe, multi-year drought. So those rainier times are a forgotten memory, and this year seem like a luxury.
Six inches last night. The creeks surged. The water catchment basins filled. Some low lying areas flooded. For a time, they opened two gates on Tom Miller dam.
There was standing water in the backyard. There was water pouring over the edges of our full (and clogged) gutters. There was water lapping at the garage door, at one point advancing in about a foot or so, only to retreat as the deluge abated.
Six inches of rain! Can you imagine?
The Apple trees must be happy, standing as they do at the margins of the low area in the back where the water stood.
And now listen at the window. There’s more. Not only that six inches last night, but now in the dark of night, a slow, luxurious drizzle.
The Apple trees aren’t the only happy ones.