Too wet to plow

Cold north wind at our backs we walked on down to the Pig Farm.

On Tuesday the dog and I walked down to the Pig Farm.  Earlier in morning around 5 am the temperature had dropped from 65 degrees to 45 degrees in one hour as a cold front made it's way through our area.  The gray clouds were sweeping to the south now and the wind was blowing hard from the north making it feel very chilly.  1.5 inches of rain fell in the early hours causing a deluge in the local drainage ditches and woods.

I feel sorry for the guys
Working here. 

I was pretty sure the rain made a mess of the plumbing construction going on in the foundation of the new house being constructed in the pecan orchard.   The red clay that the contractors use to make up the foundations of  new houses can turn to a sticky goo that stains everything red when it is wet. Makes me glad I am not a plumber or foundation man.

Oh well, another year, another road washes away.

We continued down the road toward the farm and I noticed the work done on the road earlier this year by the county is slowly but surely being washed down the hill to the little creek  that runs under the road near the farm. Why should this road repair be any different from all the others before it?
.

What is the difference between a
Creek and a stream?

Upon arriving at the end of the road I entered the woods and walked up the stream a little way to have a look at how high the water had risen.   There was  a gentle flow of about 2 inches flowing steadily by not really in any kind of hurry.  All the leaves that had fallen here before have now washed farther on down stream to places where they pile up and wait for an even bigger deluge to occur.

The rain was dripping loudly onto
the magnolia leaves.

 The woods were soaking wet but no water was standing except in the big magnolia leaves that cover the ground.  These woods are perfect sponges for all but the heaviest of downpours and any runoff not absorbed will run down hill into the stream.  While I was looking around in the woods and along the stream the dog found himself a telephone pole sized rotten log that he chewed a big dent into.

My dog's name should be termite.

 I left the woods and headed for the house and found that the dog had not followed.  I walked back down to the woods and found him still chewing on his log.  He barked pitifully when I called to him that he needed to come with me.  He did not want to leave such a great prize there for some other animal to steal.  After realizing that it was just to big to carry he reluctantly gave up and came out of the woods and started back to the house with me.   Most of the time he is a good sport about leaving sticks behind and immediately finds something more portable to have me throw along the way and then carry on home to his collection.  I haven't told him yet but, we are going to burn his stick collection during the Thanksgiving holiday when it is supposed to be fairly cool.  He likes to chase the sparks that jump up from the fire at night so maybe that will make him feel a little better.  Thanks for reading my blog today.  Stay warm.  Bye.