Remember this cute picture of Ellen by the creek? This was taken the day before Easter.



Here is what the creek turned in to after getting about 3 inches of rain in less than 3 hours:



This is hubby's hay field and is two or three hundred yards from the actual creek bed. It was just wild. Ellen didn’t know what to think about it. She kept wanting to go to the creek. I kept having to tell her that this WAS the creek and we couldn’t get any closer. Hubby says he has seen it a bit higher than this once. He ended up spending most of the weekend putting up new fences, as the old ones were covered in logs and debris.

The storm knocked our power out for over 7 hours I believe. It is rather a challenge to deal with a lack of electricity when you are so addicted to it. Plus try to explain to a two year old that she can’t watch Barney, Blue’s Clues OR Dora the Explorer, or listen to music, or turn on the lights or have the ceiling fan on either. It was a long day. Ha.

Comments

jel said…
it was wild wasn't it!
we had a river going down our road,and the yard too!

it is a bummer no lights

took dh 3hours to get home that day!
May 11, 2009 at 6:43 PM
Glennis said…
Its not easy managing without power now days.
That creek sure grew.
May 13, 2009 at 11:26 PM
Amrita said…
I wish I had a creek like this to paddle in during the hot summer days.

We are used to not having power every day.Its a way of life here.

Ellen looks so cute
May 17, 2009 at 9:16 PM
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