It wasn't in the forecast until just before it happened. Sunday morning I looked out at the rain and wished I'd taken the small trouble to set my rain gauge upright again. A little later I looked out and saw mist above the shingles on the garage, telling me it was really coming down. We left town for a day, and there was no rain at Qu'Appelle, but when we got home there were still big puddles around. Mom said they got well over an inch at the farm. With all that rain plus the wet snow last Wednesday, you would think the soil should be saturated.
I was digging in the garden today, planting some asparagus from Garth's mom, and I found the wetting front at about eight inches deep. Below that the soil was dry.
practical is beautiful
1 week ago