I think there’s been a flood watch banner at the bottom of our TV screen any time we’ve had our TV on for the past two weeks. Straight. I kid you not, and welcome to Ohio for those of you not familiar with her weather.
It turns our yard into a pond. I think I saw a fish out there today, actually. Our Border Collie cross turns into “Swamp Dog” (yes, she’s nuts!). When I got home from work + the feed store the other night I had to wade through the little river running across my driveway to get to my back door.
If it were just all that, I wouldn’t mind. And I wouldn’t complain, promise. But, last night, my barn flooded. NOT COOL! It’s not flooded because of a rising creek, it’s flooded because the ground can’t take any more water and whoever built this place didn’t know about a little thing called a drainage system. I’m not happy. On top of that, the barn’s roof needs some work. Our supply of hay that’s supposed to last us until June (and has been dwindling WAY too quickly) is now missing some members due to all this rain and said roof issues. Needless to say, I’m worrying away…
Rain rain go away.
So instead of worrying about my hay, I looked at upper level Dressage horses. Riding Dressage is a love/hate relationship for me, but I love to watch the best. It’s poetry in motion:
Aspiring Alverna 