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I’ve been referring to the weather of the previous few days as looking grumpy, but yesterday it turned downright angry. That wind and rain was coming with an attitude! It felt like there was some message being sent in the intensity of extreme gusting wind. The driving rain just kept coming, round after round, hours on end.

It proved to be too much for the shell of our home. Mid-morning yesterday the sunroom started dripping. At the start, it was leaking over a bay of windows at the end of the room. I called the gutter company that recently replaced our soffits and gutters in that area. Before our gutter guy arrived to check on things, the dripping was showing up other places, so I knew it wasn’t anything they did to cause it.

I called the man who built our storage room for advice about the possible source of my problem. It is likely that the flashing where the sunroom joins the main house is not doing the job. Somewhere, water is finding a route beneath shingles, and once under there, it has a variety of directions to travel. Unfortunately, there is nothing to be done until the weather breaks and he can get up on the roof to verify the problem and plot a fix.

It was an unpleasant way to start a day, but it alerted me that I should check our other buildings for possible problems. Sure enough, the roof over the shop is leaky, which is not surprising because I have seen previous evidence of that. I found that I had left the side windows open in that garage, resulting in a bit of mess.

We have received another 2 inches of rain, which brings us to about 5 inches on the ground since last Thursday. With the extreme winds blowing, the poor trees are going to have a hard time staying up. While I was walking toward the barn I heard a tree falling over on the neighbor’s property. Before I got in from my inspection tour, I heard another one go down on the neighbor’s land on the other side of us. Holding hope for the trees on our property, that they will all somehow endure and remain standing.

When I got down to the barn, it was no surprise to find the paddock surface a complete disaster of wet mud. Cyndie had let the horses out in the morning, with blankets on, and they were now just doing their horse-best of enduring the insult of cold and wet. They were again greatly relieved to be able to come in for the night and get a break from the nastiness being unleashed on the land.

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