Living along the bank of the Grand River on Abrigador Trail, we are now official river rats--meaning that we live in a floodplain. But the term means more than that since my initials spell rat--and the reflections are ones both in my mind and on the water.
Sunday, June 08, 2014
A Year After Flood Cleanup
This morning we left the house at 8:35, temperature barely over sixty, and biked on the White Pine trail through Rockford and on up to 14 Mile Road, just over 25 miles round-trip. We got back home and read the Sunday paper and then Carlton, Kayla, and Ariel came over for dinner out by the river on the picnic table. After we ate, Kayla and Ariel kayaked, while Carlton, John and I hiked up river along the trail to watch them out in the water. When we got home I took pics of the kayakers, our front deck with all the bright red geraniums, and the wonderful wild flower garden bordering our property. A year ago we were in flood clean-up mode, not taking much time for fun
or making our yard look good. What a difference a year makes, and not
just for us but for the whole neighborhood.