As is often the case in Texas, a drought (we’re a half year into another drought after the last ended a few months before this one started), ends with flooding. Saturday, while Susie and I were in Fort Worth, the farm got 3.2”, the biggest single day rainfall since Tropical Storm Hermine in September 2010. Now it’s raining cats and dogs…well, at least toads and frogs. We try not to complain about rain, since our next drought will undoubtedly begin when this rain ceases, but I need to be working on a recalcitrant pump in greenhouse 2. To do that I need to change in to sump-working clothes and equipment. Such clothes and equipment are about 120 meters (about 130 yards for you metric impaired troglodytes) away. It’s not only raining hard, but we are in the middle of an electrical storm. Oh well…
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