I made a wish last Friday. Truth be told, I probably wish for something at least once every day whether seriously or in jest but this one stuck out.
Every day last week I worked in the yard. Pulling weed, cleaning leaves out of flower beds, putting out pesticide...in general just trying to make some headway on the seemingly-endless to-do list that comes with spring. And at the end of the day, I'd come in from the garage and last week's pile of un-ironed clothes would taunt me as I walked through the laundry room. I suppose I could have ironed at night but the yard work had taken all my energy.
I need a couple of days of rainy weather, I said. Then I can catch up on inside jobs without feeling guilty about not working in the yard.
It would seem that Mother Nature was playing the role of my fairy godmother when today's forecast held a 70% chance of rain increasing to 100% tonight and into tomorrow. I got my walk in early, jumped on the laundry and house-cleaning and was well into the ironing when the skies grew dark and threatening.
Surprisingly, it didn't start raining until after dinner. When it came, however, it came with a vengeance. It wasn't just raining; it was RAINING! The street looked like a river and our yard became a lake. When the cellphone began squealing with the emergency weather alert for a flash flood, my initial reaction was No Kidding!
As we watched the downpour from an opened garage door, we realized there were bags of trash here and there in our neighbor's front yard. Is that our trash? I asked Wayne. Tomorrow is trash pick-up day and he'd taken the barrel to the curb before the rain started. We kept trying to see down the drive where the barrel should be but couldn't tell due to the darkness and heavy rain. Finally lightening lit the sky up enough that we could see that, sure enough, the barrel was gone. The force of the water flowing down the curb had washed the fully-loaded barrel to parts unknown.
When the heavy rain eased up, we ventured out. Wayne found the barrel five or six houses downstream down the street. Most of the contents were gone but the pesticide bags I'd put in there when it was empty were still at the bottom so we're sure it was ours. Umbrella and flashlight in hand, I retrieved trash bags from the neighbor's front lawn. Two of the three were mine; I have no idea where the third came from but it's in our barrel now.
Weather Underground says we got 4.68 inches in just over three hours, most of it in two big downpours. And while it's not much more than a sprinkle out there right now, another line is yet to come through. Needless to say, the barrel is safely stowed up by the house until morning...just in case.
Making wishes can be a good thing but sometimes you have to be careful what you wish for.