When it rains, it often pours in the spring. Which leads to flash flooding in our area of Texas where we're sitting atop limestone. And then the high water rescues ensue because some idiots want to risk their lives and those of the first responders to haul them out of rushing water. I don't know why some folks refuse to heed the warnings because it doesn't require a Mensa IQ to understand the dangers.
Over the course of about six days, we had rainfall totals of almost eight inches here in our neck of the Texas hill country. Since we had recently entered stage 2 drought restrictions, it was much appreciated for our flora, fauna and the aquifer. My grass is looking PGA worthy once again, and I'm so grateful for the blessing of rain.
We had some thunderboomers, as well as marble and pea sized hail here at our house. Unfortunately, other folks around our area had baseball sized hail, plus some straight line winds and a tornado or two touch down. The wind whipped around a bit here at our house and one of our ash trees lost a mid-sized limb. I looked out at one point and saw that a red heart balloon got blown into the front yard from heaven only knows where. I LOVE that the rain allowed me to turn off our sprinkler system for a week and got the annual spring fertilizer well distributed on our lawn.
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