“Wet weather creek.” The description of the stream that runs through Branson Shenanigans RV Park was a new one to me. In Colorado, we’d probably use the word “arroyo.” Since our arrival more than two weeks ago, the creek bed has been bone dry. Not so today.
It started raining with a vengeance yesterday. The skies even tossed in some sleet this morning. And it’s been raining steadily all day. Except for our dog Sonya’s insistence, we wouldn’t bother to step outside. Thanks to her, David saw the creek. It was flowing with water today – a sure sign that the wet season has arrived. Soon we can expect to see green grass, flowers budding and trees leafing out.
But today, our attention focused on the “wet” of the wet season. Water has seeped under the RVcarpet where the slideouts meet the stationary wall. We discovered the problem when we stepped on the wet carpet in stockinged feet. Argh! What an icy surprise! There’s not much we can do until the rain stops. Not even snarling helps. The wet carpet simply is. I can’t say I’m loving this “what is,” as Byron Katie would have us do. But I am letting it be — and I’m dreaming of blossoming flowers.
