Flooding

While we were away on our vacation, we were worried about lack of rain here on the ranch. We had arranged for someone to feed the animals and check on the cattle, but watering the garden and my flowers and other plants seemed just way too much to ask. We had hoped it might rain maybe half an inch during our 10-day absence, just to keep things alive.

Imagine our surprise when we returned to find there had been eight inches of rain (half the rainfall we received the entire last year). Not only were things NOT brown and dry, but there was a jungle where our garden previously stood. My flowers were thriving, even those things I had been given by a friend just before we departed. I had hurriedly planted them the night before we left, putting the last one in the ground as I lost the light. No way I expected most of those things to make it. Everyone knows new plants require a lot of water to become established.

For the first three days after our return, Zack mowed. As soon as he managed to do a little, the rain would begin and send him inside. The sun would come out, and if he could, he