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What a floody mess

“Water, water, everywhere

And all the boards did shrink.

Water, water, everywhere

Nor any drop to drink.”

(S. T. Colerige, Rime of the ancient mariner)

We have been blessed with many tears from heaven’s gate recently. The sky opened and poured upon our fair land, many, many inches of water. Unfortunately, the land across the road has changed from a low-lying dairy farm to a raised sub-division. They had promised – not a drop of water shall go from the Silverstream developments to your land. So imagine my attitude towards the developers when a new river, ankle deep and wide as a house, pours from there to here unabated. I was told it was black-water too – a euphemism which means that the torrent contains faecal matter, laced with human pathogens. I washed my hands a lot. Nom Nom not.

I know things were serious when I could see a lawnmower handle appearing from the lake, assuming the mower was still attached. My hives were already up on blocks (cinderblocks for those speaking ‘murican), but the entrance to olive hive was already completely submerged, and apple hive was up to the baseboard. I lifted up olive hive, and tipped all the water out, but no drownded bees flowed out – they were safely tucked up in bed. Extra cobblestones were used on their foundation, and the hive tipped at a slightly anti-OCD angle to completely drain it.

The cat weed inside, as there was no dry land outside. My shed was awash, mechanic’s pit now a diving pool, and the sleep out submerged. The chooks stayed perched for three days – the grass will grow well as the soup from their coup enriches it, less fun to wade through though. I was waiting for animals to start coming in two by twos.

Thankfully the water did, eventually, drain away. On the next sunny day, a cloud of bees were outside the hive, and basket loads of white pollen being brought in. Thank goodness for winter bloomers. Any bee that missed the landing pads got into strife, as the lawn was still rather damp – ankle damp – for a day or two.

At least it all dried up for the winter solstice – time to plant the garlic bulbs. Hopefully the chickens won’t trash the garden again. At least the hives are strong and collecting pollen. At least the house was not flooded. Others were not so lucky.

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From top left, clockwise: Olive hive going under, my front yard/lake, the street left, the street right – showing the raised sub-division and the unbroken river coming from it. At parts it was deeper than my knees.

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Top: Garlic bulbs ready for planting Bottom: The girls enjoying the sun a week later, olive hive visible in the background, up on blocks.

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