Actually, we already had some decent puddles on the farm, but nothing awful or unusual. But, when you get over 3.5 inches of rain over the course of half a day AFTER there were puddles, you tend to start thinking about stocking ponds instead of raising vegetables.
|Ah, lake front property!|
|Raised beds in Eden save the crop, but...|
|The swale south of Valhalla almost did its job.|
|Is that wheelbarrow well over half-full? Yep.|
|We still need to figure this out.|
|Same field, other direction.|
|The moat by Valhalla|
|So, how are the East fields? I asked... knowingly.|
|Aw, poor birds.|
I had made a joke earlier in the week about both of us getting our first official 'soaking' of Spring when we dashed out to close high tunnels and close up birds as a storm approached. It did not take us long to go from "gee, it's been a while since that happened" to "Oh no! Not again!"
Ah well! It wouldn't be our farm if we weren't all wet now would it?