The house I grew up in was right beside a creek,every spring we were flooded out!My grandmother lived right up the road,but far away from the water ,so we would have to go there.Most of the time my dad would wait to long to leave ,sowe had to be resuced by boat!
Ironically, the name of the creek at the back of our property is Little Creek.....I guess it wanted to make a proper introduction and greet us right at our door!
Could be so much worse, people have lost property from these storms, we are quite fortunate that has not happened.
Well now everything is iced over! We had a deep freeze last night, so feeding the horses this morning required me to put on a pair of ice skates! I wish I had a pair! The barn cats were sliding all over the place when they came running in for their meal- I heated up their cat food this morning, boy did they love that!
It was pretty humorous actually! Thankfully no one slammed into a tree and poor cleo, he came at such a run, when he hit the ice, he just sat down and slid and howled the whole way! He's a Manx and so he had no tail to protect his exposed bum to the ice! I broke open a huge hay bale last night and piled it in the middle of the barn- most of the ferals slept there last night.