Which of these watery words of overwhelm should I use? When it rains it pours? Trying to keep my head above water? We’ve gone precipitously from an historic drought to getting flooded with back-to-back atmospheric rivers. My heart goes out to those who’ve been caught at the dangerous end of the weather impacts.
We were luckier than some. We only lost power (and cell service) for about twelve hours during the recent storms, and though our rural road had water running over the part of the entrance, there was a dry slice left to navigate. I was gearing up for more of the same when a different kind of storm hit us and put the weather to the periphery of my concerns: my spouse had some sudden memory loss and then a grand mal seizure.
It’s a personal story and not one for this garden blog, but in brief, after three days in the hospital, numerous medical tests, terrific doctors and nurses, heart-warming messages from friends and family, and some new medication and directives, it feels like we are on the healing end of the trajectory. It’s been a scary and overwhelming time, but it has also evoked even deeper love and compassion and perspective.
The garden has tended itself during this time, and we are delighted to hear the frogs singing again in their seasonal pond — now full with rainwater for the first time in several years. There are some fallen limbs to deal with, a canyon-like rut washed out of the new decomposed granite paths, and wind-strewn greenhouse panels to re-affix … but all in good time.
I leave you with perspectives of the inundated garden, watery and beautiful and bringing forth new life.