The weekend was brutal. The sump pump went off just about every 30 seconds. It kept the water out of the basement (thank you God) but the water was sloshing up to the front & back doors. The entire neighborhood was in the same boat, tho, (no pun intended), so there was no use complaining to anyone around us. We all just suffered in silence & carried our dogs & cars to any dry spot around. We considered ourselves extremely lucky in that our river is an underground river (literally) & at least nobody was getting washed downriver in their car like other places that we saw on the news.
May Day gave us a couple of hours of No Rain. Not sun. But No Rain. And a little bit of warmth. !Woohoo! We decided to take a hike & see how badly Cantigny Park had been hit. The poor plants on the ground rather looked like they’d been to hell & back but both the crabapples & the redbuds looked like they’d been either dolphins or mermaids in a previous life. They were looking good. (Altho when Seamus looks at crabapples, all he sees is moonshine. Thinking how many quarts of moonshine he could make if only he could quietly make off with a few bushel baskets of Cantigny’s crabapples.)
