The Arc has run aground and the bird brought back a branch

It's been a wet and steamy week. We had torrential downpours eight out of the last ten days. The river came up over the lower bank and what used to be the riverfront and canoe launch area became a lagoon.

The carp were loving it. All that fresh grass and drowning insects proved to be irresistible. The herons were loving it too. All those carp fattening up on the fresh pasture and bugs were like cattle fattening up on a feed lot.Unfortunately for the carp, the water was crystal clear and only about six inches deep. Talking about your lambs to the slaughter.

The river is dropping pretty quickly today and by tomorrow, it should be back to jes' rollin' along, singin' its song.

Whoever came up with the idea of spending the first six months of full-timing close to what used to be home should be given an award for the wisdom of that idea. I cannot imagine trying to get rid of the stuff we no longer need and organizing the rest in an unfamiliar territory.

Well back to jes' a-stittin' heeya wid my feets up. God is good. All the time.