Changing of the Season: Waterlogged

Webbed feet are highly underrated in my world right now. The river is rising and there isn't a darn thing I can do about it as it creeps closer to the treasures that I am supposed to protect at work. There is no parking lot and the river is racing along with fire burnt trees, stumps, brackish water and oddly enough canvas ripples by at incredible speeds. Having watched the tragedy unfold in far off European climes, it is rather daunting to be facing a smaller version in my own back yard. Fortunately, my home sits on high ground and the sump pump is working.

Rather ironically, the month of dance (MAY) was hot, blisteringly so. There were days of scorching sun and waterpark sorties. In between snatches of sunshine, I ran around to rehearsals and finally the end production. We did swim club and school projects. Now that the coast is relatively clear for some fun, it pours with rain.

This is the time of year that we get geared up for camping and making smores. We like to have fires and boating opportunities. With washed out roads and windblown trees, there doesn't seem to be much hope of sunshiney care free days. Instead, we will pack up the games, rubber boots and raincoats. There will be loonies for the showers and the tent will be warm and dry with books and other paraphanalia designed to keep kids entertained. Walks in the rain and ducks to chase.

I just wouldn't mind some webbed feet.