Storms and Buckets of Rain

As we were doing Evening Chores July 19, we were met by gray and ominous Skies in the Northwest. I do not know what they call these Skies, but they portend Weather Drama somewhere close, perhaps here. As the Skies darkened, some of the Clouds were in dark Bluish Green layers inbetween the Black.

The Night was Wild, with huge amounts of Rain, High Winds, Hail. We Humans had little Sleep. We listened to High Winds with thoughts of vulnerable tall things like Sorghum Cane, Sunflowers, Corn, and our beautiful Garden. We heard Heavy Rains pour down the sides of the House. We wondered about the Chickens in their 3 Houses. During Lulls, we Humans would poke our heads outside and we heard Water rushing everywhere.

When Storms were at peak, we stood in the Family Room with Windows on 3 Sides. The Great Earth Mother's Light Show put Human Contrivings to a pitiful Small Order. Lightning went Cloud to Cloud. On more occasions than I care to count, Thunder and Lightning struck at almost the same time. For a few moments, Hail came. I cried because Hail is especially destructive to the Garden.

That next morning, we cruised the Garden and the Big Field. We were looking for markers as to Rain Amounts. WeatherUnderground said Precipitation exceeded 6 inches. We surely got more. Yet, this Green Pickle Bucket had no Water in it. But it had huge holes at the bottom. The Gray Bucket below stood in the Dry Edible Bean Patch; it was empty the night before. On this next morning past the Storm, the Bucket was full, which means we got at least 10 inches of Rain. All Buckets without holes in the Garden were full. Even the little 2 Gallon Bucket slightly under the West Porch was mostly full.We checked out the Cane Field. The Sorghum Cane, so far, looks like it weathered the Storm well.

In the meantime, the busy Wren had mouths to feed in the Gourd Bird House at the top of the Teepee of sticks that Richard built. She was bedraggled and wet, but she had a mission.We Humans were tired and bedraggled those next 2 days. Even the Cats and the Dog slept in well past their normal energized wake up times. We took some slow and easy time. Yet, the Garden called as nothing stops there. Richard picked and canned more Green Beans. Richard was afraid he was getting behind on the Beans. Hollis Dale, Malinda and Lurah came to pick too.

Nothing stops here. The Wheel of Life just keeps right on Turning.