The village of St Yorre, north and east of us in the Département of the Allier, has been hit particularly hard by the flooding.
The town's western side, closest to the river Allier, has become submerged and with the forecast for more rain in the days to come, I'm not sure the worst has past. Mini-Husband, The Princess and I had a quick tour of the river as it passes through our Département on it's way towards the northeast. The two main bridges over the river have become almost like "catchers in the rye," if you will. All sorts of trees, pieces of metal, and other debris has piled up against the bridge, held there by the force of the water and the strength of the concrete and stone holding the bridges steady.
Locally, we've seen the smaller streams and rivers burst their banks and block some of the lower lying roads, but since our area is rather hilly, we've been relatively unaffected.
At our house, the only major issue has been that the garden has permanently lost any grass it had hoped to grow. All three dogs are wet, muddy, and not at all convinced by this temps de chien. Most of the time, the three of them are holed up in the dog houses, nesting in the straw, staring out at the mud with a look of disdain on their faces. Who can blame them? It's cold, wet, and miserable.
The upside is that all three kids scored new wellies. For them, all this mud and water is good. A fabulous way to watch mom get really annoyed on the walk to school.
What I'd do just for a couple of days of sun! Not even warm, hot, sun. Just clear autumn light and the smallest chance for everyone to dry out and stop smelling like wet dog.
4 comments:
Love those wellies! Are the cows still eyeballing your fields??
Wellies! Thats it!! I can never remember the name so I just call them my 'hot pink rubbers'!! ;) xoxoxo
"Hot pink rubbers?" Katy, Katy, Katy! This is a family blog, you know! ;)
Oh the dirty mind!! When I was a kid, we had rubber galoshes or rubbers! ;) xoxoxo
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