High Water Everywhere

It has been raining intermittently since the evening of the 11th, the day I began this blog. Low areas in yards and fields have formed large pools for ducks to rest on. Some pools are so large that they have small waves that break onto the gentle rise of the land or the middle of roadways. All waterways are flooded with rushing water heading swiftly to bays in the distance. Everything is saturated that can be.

Gardening hasn't been something I've been participating in the past few days though when I walk to my car or from place to place I notice that green is emerging everywhere; from tiny nestled families of Sedum, Daffodil, Hydrangea, to Crocus that are ready to open on the next sunny day. The rain is working well for these plants and for the many buds that grow fuller everyday, softening each tree's black silhouette.

Yesterday I did some artificial landscaping. I bought four separate pieces of artificial flowers and a cemetary stand for them at the Dollar Store and arranged them together at home. I took them to a friends gravesite and stuck them there in the ground. Here they are right after I arranged them. They look almost pretty enough for a wedding.





After the trip to the cemetary I drove to Harper's Ferry National Historic Park in West Virginia. This is a place that has been through several high flood levels in it's past, including twice since I was born in '83. I have never before seen it like this with my own eyes though. It was cool to see the river full of gigantic rapids and running well over it's usual shore; the C/O canal was completely filled to the brim. There were a lot of people walking around the town taking pictures everywhere and just kinda taking in the flooded view with their friends and family. It's unusual to see so many people there on a rainy, grey Sunday evening in March; it was only the interesting rarity of the water level that drew the crowd. I rolled up my pants to walk around and take as many pictures that I could in the dwindling time I had before Sunset. Didn't get any award winning photos and those of you who haven't been to Harper's Ferry may not get the gist of the situation from the following pics, but I'll post them anyway.

Sediment at the flood line.

One view of the C/O Canal running over.

Where the tree line ends in the distance and several feet further is where the bank is normally for the Shenandoah river.

The B/O Railroad cuts through the Appalachian mountains beneath Maryland Heights and travels above the place where the Potomac and Shenandoah rivers merge.

A U.S. Rte. 340 bridge over troubled water. :)

Happy Birthday to me! March 13, 1983 was the day I jumped into this world and sounded off like I didn't have a pair. March 13, 2010 is the day I celebrated that fact with a commemoration of yellow cake and chocolate like icing, sugar on sugar basically. Here it is!

Even my cake has gorgeous yummy landscaping.