Not that we aren't accustomed to flash flooding in Texas . . . as a matter of fact with the flatness of some of our state, flash flooding is a way of life. However, I didn't expect to see it in my backyard.
Then, there was the problem of what happened to my street. We . . . um, sorta lost the curb.
That water is four inches deep, running river-style down my sidewalk.
This was my side yard.
Does this mean I don't have to mow anymore?
This is what I did tonight instead of writing. There was that whole issue of either I sweep or the house floods. Hum . . . should I or shouldn't I? Get the broom somebody.
One last image. This isn't the ocean, but instead a small creek within a half mile of my house. In Texas when we say creek--well, actually, we say crik, but don't hold that against us--we mean a muddy patch of bottom land that occasionally gets wet enough to catch a tadpole or two.
However, after 4 inches of rain in ONE HOUR, this creek, which normally measures 2 or 3 feet at its deepest, flooded to 20 feet plus in depth. For reference, that is a 15-foot light pole on the right-side of the picture. So who needs a summer trip to the Gulf of Mexico? Just pull up a rocker on the porch and hang on. As my Big Mama used to say, 'The crik'll come up presently.'