Well, this was quite the homecoming. The last day in Saint Louis was beautiful, and driving home was warm and clear. So discovering that it had been raining nonstop at home was a big surprise, not to mention horror show when drove up to the house (suspicious logs all over our property by the road that gave me a flashback to the last flood) but it was dark so we couldn't see much. Then I stepped out of the car, and it seemed wet and slippery, but still we didn't know until we approached the house, and then opened the door. I guess it flooded on Sunday, and while the water has gone down, there is mud and debris everywhere. And things missing, like the scaffolding that was holding up the bridge. Gone. And my beautiful garden, flooded and forlorn. At least it happened in September and not mid summer. The water didn't come into the house quite as high as last time, or, maybe since no one was home, and the doors were closed, it kept some out, but still anything that was close to the floor is now destroyed. But my little kiln was spared. Thank goodness she is up on blocks. We learned our lesson last time. More to come as the clean up ensues.......
|The furnace room|
|high and dry!!!|
|ironic isn't it, not looking too fresh here.....|