Hurricane Season

We’re smack dab in the middle of the Atlantic season, between June 1 and November 30. It’s a magical time when people up and down our nation’s coasts clear out market shelves every time the wind blows hard.

Fred is out there. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a storm. He’s just not a hurricane type storm. Winds are projected to remain low and all he’ll really accomplish is dumping tons of liquid on an already saturated state.

Earlier in the summer we experienced massive amounts of rain and for the first time in 20 years I was worried about flooding. I told my Dad at the time that I needed to dig a trench in the front, since encroaching foliage had made the area more of a bog than what it was designed to be: a runoff.

Of course I procrastinated on the trench until this morning.

…and now I’m sitting. 😉

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  1. Hey Pam… it sure is a good time of year there! Where is the global warming with lack of rain or a planet that will dry up and die in less than a hundred years according to the radicals working for the globalists!

    Antarctica has gained ice since the 70’s and it had rained so much there and here and in many places where it is welcome! I love the wild plant growth from so much precip! Those weeds get flowery buds and the little bees and cue little insects come along that I like to watch knowing they are doing their special work that God created tem for!

    I have a virtual jungle going on in my back area of my property so much so that the rabbits, squirrels and birds are thrilled to come around all of the time.

    Houston a few years ago was getting deluges.

    Some reads you might find interesting when you have the time.
    God bless.

    https://lawrencemorra.com/2019/09/11/it-was-global-warming-now-its-climate-change/

    https://lawrencemorra.com/2021/08/02/greenhouse-theory-goes-kerbluey/

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  2. Hey, Lawrence!

    Yep, I’m from Houston, though I’ve lived in south Florida for some time. A running joke: “Houston’s flooding; is someone crying?” Every Spring, those poor people.

    Houston is an embryonic megalopolis… in other words HUGE. Poorly planned and swampy. There’s just no good place for the water to go except the highways, which is better than the alternative I guess.

    Every time I go back for a visit it’s changed so much that now I don’t recognize it. 😦

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