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I wasn’t quite expecting to see this after the downpours we were receiving much of yesterday, but I was curious about how much water was flowing through our main drainage ditch. As of last night, we had 4.5 inches in our rain gauge.

I didn’t get very close to the little gully I carved to drain water from the field into the big ditch because the entire path was under water. Can you say, “flash flooding?”

Earlier in the afternoon, I saw that the rushing water from overnight rains had pushed away a cinder block from the riprap at the end of the big culvert by the road. I guess I’m gonna need bigger blocks.

Willow trees like a lot of water, so all this rain is giving the dying tree in the paddock a boost. There’s enough new growth sprouting out of what remains of that tree to provide a little shade for the horses again.

Maybe I didn’t need to go to all the trouble of installing that shade sail for them after all.

Speaking of willow trees, I saved a piece from the large section that came down recently because it looked like it had potential for carving a heart shape. I set it in the shop garage to dry out next to several other hunks of wood saved for future projects.

With no sun, no soil, and no water, that slice of tree still has enough residual energy to send out new sprouts of leaves.

It has me thinking I should have planted a willow tree in the middle of the labyrinth. At least a willow puts up a fight even when all the odds are against it.

A giant weeping willow tree would be an interesting sight in the middle of that garden in a handful of decades.

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