The after affects of the rainstorm were apparent the next morning. I could see from the house that we had a large 'puddle'. Out came those sexy Sorels to keep my feet dry. It quickly became evident that there was a couple of inches of water underneath the snow and there was a lake where there was no lake before...and where no lake had been planned or desired. There was a lake, about 1.5 inches deep in front of my end of the shop, just lapping at the underside of the door sill. I was scared to look in the door, afraid to see if there was water inside. Thankfully, no. But I now have a waterfront shop, accessible by wading.
Out comes the trusty fire pump and a few lengths of fire hose. Here I thought we would never need to use fire pump, but this is the second time in less than a year. The first time, was last year when we had a forest fire burning very nearby, as Marlene and Paul will remember. Glad you two were here. But now it is just me and hubby and not quite the same adrenalin level. We got the water moving, pumping it over the embankment. It was at the cost of a spatter screen though; got to use what you got. We needed something to keep the gravel and flotsam out of the pump. Pretty cheap considering we could have been replacing a lot of laminate. I am not sure how many gallons of water we pumped out of there, but we had to repeat the process a few times as the water kept drifting in from other areas. This whole thing of having a lake in our yard is so bizarre, normally the water disappears as fast as it falls. The yard turns to dust starting in late spring. Where do you think 'Dusty Acres' came from?
- Drains, no matter how good they are, don't work when they are frozen.
- The dirt at Dusty Acres stays frozen for a long time.
- That fire pump is darn handy.
- Romantic sounds may have consequences.