Summer has arrived and with it the threat of flooding once again. Our small trout stream was out of its banks after a wild night of thunderstorms. It always amazes me that such destruction can happen so fast in these valleys. We fortunately only lost part of the driveway but I have an eye to the sky to see what the next storm brings. Hopefully this will be the end of it, because many in our area have still not recovered from the floods of 2008.
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We have lost a couple of trees that my kids have grown up with. This mighty cottonwood that shaded our trout pond, and our picnic tree at a bend in the stream, are now just memories.
This area flattened by the flood is where I buried our sweet old, golden retriever Bear. His collar hangs in tribute of a life well lived. Our land is full of the life we have lived and the memories we have made. We have left a mark here, but as this flood demonstrates all things evolve and change and we have no power to stand in the path of the ebb and flow of this change.
For me, water always perfectly illustrates the concept of too much of a good thing. I'm sorry you guys are getting hit again with flooding. That is one angry little stream. Pity on the cottonwood. I've noticed with our very wet winter and spring we have lost many trees in the forest. Some day they will become a detriment when we don't have enough rain and simply be providing fuel for a forest fire.
Hoping for blue skies and sunny days heading your way!
I'm with you. Staring at the ceiling when I hear rain pounding on the roof in the middle of the night, willing it to shut off.
Condolences on your tree, that's sad. I love the picture of your dog – what exuberance!!