Once again, I've made a fool of myself in front of the neighbors.
Our house sits on the bottom half of the street and when it rains heavily, the water from four other houses meanders through our back yard and eventually finds its way into a gutter.
As many of you have undoubtedly experienced, the last two weeks have been rainy. Really rainy. By now, central Virginia is usually donning her summer robes. That means the bright greens of spring have given way to the yellows and browns of June, July, and August. But not this year. We're as green as an English garden in May. And just as wet.
The other day, after hours and hours of steady rainfall, the pace picked up and the rain became driving. I looked out my back yard and saw the run-off from four houses streaming right to the foundation of our house! There was so much water that my kids' playhouse was floating like some Little Tykes Noah's Ark!
I donned some waders, grabbed the mulch shovel, and dashed outside. Wearing no coat, but a cotton skirt and t-shirt, I began to redirect the water flow by digging a deeper trench. Two of my neighbors appeared at their windows to wave at me. Yep, I'm the neighborhood weirdo, but the water ended up where it belonged.
Is the weather driving you crazy?