In the spring after the snow melts and the rains come, an interesting thing happens...My mailbox ends up in the middle of the river. This wasn't such a bad thing since I was sitting high and dry in my cozy little house. It does bring new meaning to the saying, "Lord willin' and the crick don't rise." I've never actually been able to use that saying until I moved here.
Treely wishes her paddock was in the river all the time.
The water stayed up for a few hours and then began to recede. Within 20 minutes, it sucked back down to where it belonged.
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