Gibson Lane, river crossing. "You see, this would be the East Russian River, if not for the levy," says Jim. Yes, all the natural places for the water to go have been farmed and graped, with roads and houses and what-not.
My arugula bed, the Toulouse garlic, and other garlic varieties. Um, that is quite a bit of water!
The apple tree soaking it up! Oh, was the rain coming down! Now we are having respite, the next storm to arrive tomorrow morning. This is a nice rhythm, filling all the run-off places to the brim, and then knock off 'til tomorrow. Some real smart cookie is running this show.
Entertaining this morning to watch the Bay Area be under deluge. Should I say entertaining? Not to be rude or anything, but why do people drive in this? TV shows four lanes of freeway, three of which are under a huge puddle, and the cars and trucks plowing through it. The announcer says, "well, some people are not even slowing for it..." Amazing to say that there have not been any big accidents, thank goodness.
A little band runs continually at the bottom of the screen... another 6+ aftershock has hit Haiti! Oh my Goddess. Why doesn't some one just evacuate the people to a safer place, NOW?!! People are dying yards away from piles of supplies, medical and food. The military man says, "I cannot address why the supplies are not getting to a specific site..." In the background you can see the people. Oh God! Help!
I am not used to watching any "normal" TV, so I am turning it off, right now. Please, People, put the Creative Mind to work, now.
Swallowtail Butterflies are fresh and new by the first of April. Larabee is a hidden valley created by the Eel River. Perhaps I have lived here since time began, a butterfly in the willows on the banks of a Northern river.