Paul Douglas could have taped the same weather report for the first two months of summer. Every seven day forecast showed sun and highs in the 90s for the first 6 days with a tantalizing threat of an "isolated" showers on the seventh. Rarely did that happen, and when it did those people that received rain felt like they won the lottery.
August has been a different story. The Metro is .02 inches away from an August record and received more rain this month than the previous three months combined. The result is that our yard looks like Ireland. I'm expecting to see a flock of sheep grazing one morning when I go out for the newspaper.
When I got home from a half-day of work this afternoon, Jack and I went out to play ball. I went along the back fence and found a bog (or a fen?). I could hear water emptying into the storm drain and see water pooled among the rocks in out landscaping along the fence. Where was this water coming from? Did we spring a leak? Did the boys dig too deep in their sandbox and expose a secret artesian spring?
Turns out it was our neighbors. They emptied their pool and the water runs to our yard then through our rock garden to the drain. That should keep the grass green.
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