It rained nearly an inch last Wednesday, which accounted for over one-fifth of February’s rainfall. It poured. Last Sunday, Sylvan told Brenna, his babysitter (as they were outside having a dinner picnic on the front porch; cute, huh?), that this was “Oregon rain.” But Wednesday, it was more like afternoon-in-the-mountains rain, minus the thunder. Or at least it rained that hard every time I set foot outside.
Sylvan and I snapped a few photos while Elena stared out at the splashing puddles. The real reason I took these is to show Dad the state of our back “path.” He has gamely agreed to work on a brick and paver path when he’s here in a few weeks. There are some drainage issues. And some mud.
From nearest the gate (west) to nearest the house:
The gate and the puddle
The existing "path"
The pavers, pool, and non-muddy walk to the garage
The ankle-grabbing hole at stairs' end
Still up for it, Dad? You could take on the garden if you prefer, but, boy, I’m not sure you want to see those photos.