So, all day we've been watching the weather reports from Louisiana, keeping an eye on the forecast for our relatives there.
The weather here was providing some nice atmospherics. Clouds hovered all day, and finally this afternoon, I heard the rare sound of thunder, and lightning cracked once. Then it started raining.
But intent on the weather forecast on another continent, we ignored what was happening right outside until it was almost too late. The water rose, and rose, and rose...until our garden was flooded, a brand new river making its way past my flowerbeds and into the stream bed, usually dry, at the bottom of the garden.
The front was flooding, too, with about six inches of water right outside my office window:
The potted geranium usually sits under the front porch, but the water washed it away. That green patch is a bushy plant about three feet wide. Two slugs have sought dry ground on top.
The water came within one inch of coming in my front door, as the dog and I discovered when we looked out:
My husband opened the side gate, which diverted enough water that the level went down in front.
Our garage is full of water, but that's happened before, so we keep water soluble things up high.
Our neighbors strolled down the street in their wellies and crocs, said they'd never seen anything like it. The old man next door who's lived here forever said this hasn't happened in 30 years. Our next door neighbors called the emergency rescue squad—they just moved in last week and must have thought they bought a dud.
I called my daughter in Louisiana, right in the path of Hurricane Gustav. "Guess what? We're almost flooded." She thought I was lying to get attention.
The water has started to recede now. I've no doubt we're definitely the lucky ones, when it comes to flooding from storms. The residents of New Orleans and South Louisiana have my complete sympathy. Having water almost come into my house is a frightening experience—though the dog thought it was great fun to have a river in her back yard.
There's normally six nine (I just measured—the water was 8 inches deep!) inches between the door jamb and the ground, which I used to think was strange, but now I'm grateful. Those six nine inches kept the water from entering our house today.