Since midnight on the 25th we have received 53.26 mm of rain. Or in words that matter, 1250 gallons of water off of our roof. Good for our water tanks bad for the dogs. They weren’t happy with my uninterest in walking very far.
The rain broke and we went back to our routine of a walk to the fire hall. Puddle running at its finest.
There was a great variety of mushrooms along the way. Personally, I don’t get the attraction of eating something which may or may not kill you. E and I are fairly unadventurous cooks. We breach the barriers of safety if we use tarragon. Pulling a disgusting icky thing out from under wet leaves and sauteing it in garlic seems an unlikely dish we will ever serve. Yet, for some, it’s a thing.
The King Tide is playing havoc in the waters right now. Logs are flushed off their beaches and provide a complex obstacle course for boats in the water. The water levels at the cove are as high as some have ever seen. Normally, the incline of the ramp at the marina is directly related to how much heavy stuff we have to carry to the truck. Today, in a virtually empty marina and with nothing to carry, the ramp was flat.
I will take a picture of the King Tide in the cut on Thursday around 1030 am. It will be 12.8 feet. The highest it gets here.
Thursday, I will also have more material for my quilt squares and can get back to sewing. In the mean time, the dogs are tired, the fire is warm and I am going to get back
to my book