I was planning on doing some mowing today. The very back of our yard that is beside the Creek needs mowing.
I will not curse the rain though. It is a much needed blessing. There are places in the U. S. of A. that needs good rains. Even in those places where they live by irrigation they still need much rainfall, and snowfall that only comes from the Creator to sustain their sources of irrigation water.
The rain we are getting at this moment is intermittent showers; but much appreciated. If the sun would shine in a few moments for the rest of the day, then I would do some mowing. If not: Thank you LORD for the rain.
That is my story on the banks of Flat Creek.
It is the latter part of Summer when you get to Labor Day weekend. September 1 is just about a day away.
When got up this morning there was thunder in the distance, and as I went outside to investigate I saw the lightening; but there was yet, no rain. We need the rain. Plants are drying up without water. The grass is brown or turning brown from the intense heat we have had for several days. Things just do not live for long without water.
Just a few minutes ago, around 6 a.m. we received a bit of rain. It was a grand blessing to hear the pebbled dew of heaven falling on our roof top.
The blessing for today. One blessing for today is the rainfall we have received.
Well we were blessed in the Spring with a good amount of rainfall. The Creek came up a bit, got washed out, cleaned up, but never rose out of its banks.
Now, however, is a very different story. We have not had any significant rainfall for several days now. It was June 15 when it last rained. We had a great rain amounting to 2+ inches. It was a blessing.
This morning before the sun was over the hill I went out and watered everything with a garden hose. It is not as good as rain, but it does provide moisture for the plants. I hope I did not wait too long to water the trees I planted a year ago last Spring.
Praying for rain. Thank you Lord for sending it.
A year ago this last Spring I planted some trees. They were only about two feet tall sprigs, and by the end of last Summer they had grown to about five feet tall. Already this past Spring and early Summer one of them is about seven feet in height. The others are getting near to it.
We have been blessed this past Spring with a good portion of rainfall without a lot of flooding. There has been a few times the Flat Creek has gotten near the top of its banks, but as of yet, has not breached the banks. We do have an old tree in our access to the Creek at our back door. That is alright. We can step on it and go over it without much effort.
I am thankful to the Creator for His bountiful blessings.
It has been a week now that the Autumnal Equinox occurred. We have received a little rainfall in the past week as well which is a real blessing. It has, however, been quite some time since there has been any water flowing over the banks of Flat Creek. It has been at least one and one half years since the Creek flowed over the banks.
With the rain we have received our yard has needed mowing, and I have mowed some of it, but not all. I am back to pushing a twenty inch push mower to mow my nearly three acres of grass. That is hard to keep up with, especially when you have other things needing done.
I am thankful for the green grass. It was such a drab to look across our yard and only see brown, dead grass lying on the soil. The trees I planted and the “Rose of Sharon” shrubs, as well are doing well. At least some of the trees are doing well. I planted eleven poplar trees, and only six are surviving. All twelve of the “Rose of Sharon” shrubs survive. I watered them every morning during the century degree weather; which was nearly every day for a month here in our valley. I watered them everyday even when it was not in the hundreds of degrees. The tallest trees are about five feet tall now. From maybe two feet to five. Those that are five feet; at least two of them were cut back due to dog damage, yet they have out grown the others.
It will not be long and it will be Thanksgiving. I try to make each day a day of thanksgiving; and I fear there are days I fail to be thankful. May there never be another.
I guess you could say that it is that time of year for rains to come. Nothing, however, is for certain here in the Southwest Missouri Ozarks area. We have, however, been blessed by God with some nice, easy rainfall. Easy meaning there has not been a whole lot of runoff which would be filling creeks, and ponds; which we also need.
I finally got away from Flat Creek for a while yesterday. My wife and I went to the Queen City of the Ozarks – Springfield, Missouri for two of our grand children’s Birthday parties. Jonathan, our oldest grandson turned 14; and Caitlyn is about 9, I think. Of my grandkids ages I am not real certain with some of them. I mean when you have been blessed with 12 of them… you know what I mean.
Anyway, it is good to get the rain. We were driving down Interstate 44 yesterday as it was coming down pretty good there. I am thankful for the rain. There is more on the way.
We received a whole lot of rainfall this past Wednesday night and early Thursday morning. When I woke to prepare myself for the day, and to go and drive the School Bus morning run I wondered if I would be able to cross our low water bridges below our home. I waited until it was time to go to check it out, and the rain kept pouring down out of the skies.
After I had tended to my devotional reading and prayer, tended my blogs, and took my morning dose of medicine [at least some of it] I got in the car and headed down our washed out driveway to the main road. When I arrived there I could see the water was rolling quite rapidly across the bridge, and was almost whitecapping. I pulled the front of our car into the edge of it, sat there and looked at it, thought about crossing, then I decided not to attempt it. Attempting it was what I did not want to be successful at. Attempts without successful crossing happens to far too many people. One local TV station in Springfield, and one of their Meteorologist has a saying concerning water across roadways, “Turn around, don’t drown”, so that is exactly what I did.
I then, turned around and went to see how the other side looked, and it was worse. I had already called into the Bus Garage and told them I could not get out. The one mechanic at the Garage who is familiar with where I live said, “I was afraid of that”. That is the first time in almost two years we have lived here that I could not get out, when I wanted out. There has been a time or two I could not drive the car back to the house because of high water, but I could cross on foot by wading.
The water from all the rainfall we have been getting has nowhere to go now. The ground is soaked to the point of being like a sponge in some places, and you sink in the ground as you walk across it.
I don’t want anyone to take me wrong in this writing. I am not complaining about all the rain. I actually find it adventurous, and something new. I do feel for those whose homes and lives have been drastically changed because of it. I am sure they find no adventure in any of it. Many of these homes are far above flood stage, and no one ever suspected that they would ever be flooded, but now they have been. We really just never know. I do remember the rainbow.
I am thankful that I MISSED THE WADING THIS TIME.
-by Tim A. Blankenship