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| Winston and the coneflower, 2021. |
After three days that were mostly rain free, it’s changed
again and the wet is back. The drive down routes 495 and 2 to Mom’s saw every
variation in precipitation density from light mist to monsoon.
There was a visit with relatives from StepDad’s side, with
food and conversation and reminiscing. It was a good time, and once again, we
failed to take photos. We’ve not been very good at that lately.
Later, back at home, the evening downpour sounded ferocious
as it slammed onto the house. It warranted a basement check, and sure enough,
the floor had a puddle.
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| The coneflower, 2023. |
Some of the water entry points, especially along the driveway
wall, are obvious. They appear like little fountains shooting out from
between the concrete blocks and make gurgling sounds. There are other more mysterious puddles that seem
to rise from the center of the floor and don't seem to be connected to the outer wall puddles. Last year, the chimney repair guy said it was because there wasn't a cap on the chimney, and $600 later there was one installed. I don’t get it, but I’m certainly no
basement expert, but I’m really mastering using a broom to push the water over
to the sump pump hole.
Beyond the wall of the basement water mystery, lies another mystery.
It’s the case of the coneflower plant. In 2021, it was a mostly reddish plant with
a couple yellow flowers, chosen at the farm stand specifically for the reddish
color. Now it’s got mostly yellow flowers with one red flower. Maybe it’s fallen
for the “blondes have more fun” concept. What’s up with that Mother Nature?
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