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FIVE FEET HIGH AND RISING "How high's the water, mama?  Five feet high and rising."  Those are some of the lyrics from an old Johnny Cash song I can remember hearing when I was a little girl, probably on the country music radio station my mom and grandma used to listen to back then.  Does anyone else remember that one?  This is the song if you'd like to hear it. This song has been playing in my head this week because of the weather we've been having.  Although we finally had a dry day today, most of the rest of the week was filled with one torrential rainstorm after another. Yesterday, it came down so hard and so fast that there was much flooding in our corner of the state. Many streets and basements were flooded here in town.  There was even some flooding in the library.  Luckily it was confined to non-public areas, but it was still significant.   Work had to come to a standstill for some of the staff so that they could deal with the rising water...

"What's going on in Daisyland?" you ask.  OK, so you didn't ask, but I'm going to tell you anyway.  Quite a bit has been happening, actually.  I'll see if I can catch you up. My older son got home from college for the summer last night.  This photo is a bit fuzzy, but I liked his smile in it. Along with him came all the stuff he has been accumulating the last two years.  Who would think that a dorm room could hold so much?  Until things get arranged a bit better, we have boxes and miscellaneous things piled in the living room and kitchen.   We're in a rather cluttered, messy state right now because we also have some boxes here of things from my Mom's house.  Her house is being sold at auction on June 5, so that has been on my mind and keeping me busy. Back to my son, he pulled a 3.75 grade average this quarter, and he starts his summer job on Monday.  He will also be taking an online course over the summer and doing a research practicum havin...

Dear Mr. Squirrel, I have been more than patient, I think. I was willing to share my daisies because I still had some left, and I am generally one to live and let live. I realize squirrels have to eat too. However, enough is enough. Don't try to deny it. I know you are guilty. I have seen you several times. You glance around nonchalantly thinking no one is looking. Then you sneak into the daisies and pull down the stems one by one with your little tree-rat paws and chew the flowers off of the tops: first the white petals one by one, and then the fluffy yellow center. You think I don't see you, but you are in clear view of my kitchen window. You sir, are a no-good, low-down, thieving rodent. Today I managed to get photographic evidence of you caught red-handed (red-pawed?) in my daisy patch. I know, I know, it is not a very clear picture because you are a coward and you high tailed it up the maple tree as soon as you saw me coming with my camera. But if you take a look ...

To take a small break from the photos of ice and snow here in frozen Ohio, today I am participating in Mellow Yellow Monday, a new photo meme started by Drowsey Monkey . To view the photos of other participants and to join in the fun, click the butterfly badge at the end of this post. My choice for the first Mellow Yellow Monday is a photo of the daisies in my flower bed from last summer with lots of yellow centers. An obviously easy choice for me, don't you think? Because I don't like to miss the chance to add music to my blog in case someone reading this would like to dance, I have included a song for you here too. This is a special one for any old hippies who might be visiting here today. I bet you have already guessed the title of the song, haven't you? This is sung by Donovan.