On the Banks of Nettle Creek: February 2018

Well. As the old saying goes, "from the sublime to the ridiculous". Last week we had that amazingly beautiful snow and frost. This week, all that moisture has turned liquid and we're sailing above flood waters. These are the days when we are so thankful that we had the house raised six feet and the new watertight foundation put in. The sump pump hasn't even kicked in. In the past, we'd have had a river running through the basement and the aftermath of mold. So glad we saved this old house!

Fortunately the water didn't come over the garden and wash away the organic fertilizer (aka chicken manure!).

Sailing high and dry like a frigate!

Normally all dry land.

Running through the middle there towards the top of the photo is the creek which has overflowed its banks to give us the lakes.

This is nowhere near the creek so it's not overflow, just rain plus 10 inches of melted snow.

There is a big log blocking one of the three whistles where the creek runs under the road. I cleverly thought I could use a rake to clear the corn stubble that has accumulated at the log. This was not my clearest thinking or my finest moment. I was doing okay until I slid on the slippery concrete, went down hard on my bottom and almost went completely into the drink. Women my age should have more sense than this but as always, I have to learn the hard way! I managed to butt-scooch back up to the top and limp home, more wounded in pride than body.