Like my garden above, I have pretty much reached my saturation point for rain. This has been the wettest year I can remember in my forty years of living in the Robson Valley. I have standing water in places where I have never seen it before: the floor of my barn is a giant puddle, and there are tracks of deer in the grass in my lawn that have penetrated down to the clay.
I only deepen my dismay when I look at the weather forecast for the coming week and see nothing but cloudy skies, rain/showers/snow. I sure wish that we could send some of this moisture to Australia, California, or other places on the earth, where they desperately need it to combat droughts and fires; we've got more than enough.
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