Pretty, but....
...Camelot it's not.
And for someone who is a huge fan of Camelot, I am not entirely certain how I ended up in a place like the Cold, Cold, Land of Nod.
In the musical, King Arthur declares:
It's true! It's true! The crown has made it clear.
The climate must be perfect all the year.
And then he sings of the glories of Camelot:
A law was made a distant moon ago here:
July and August cannot be too hot.
And there's a legal limit to the snow here
In Camelot.
The winter is forbidden till December
And exits March the second on the dot.
By order, summer lingers through September
In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it sounds a bit bizarre,
But in Camelot, Camelot
That's how conditions are.
The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it gives a person pause,
But in Camelot, Camelot
Those are the legal laws.
The snow may never slush upon the hillside.
By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
Yeah, Nod is pretty much the polar opposite of Camelot (pun intended): No limits to the snow here (legal or otherwise), winter tries sneaking in as soon as October (and, some years, even September is not off limits) and, as for the rain not falling till after sundown?
HA!
It falls morning, noon and night...and whenever else it feels like it.
Yesterday morning started like this:
It went downhill from there.
Yesterday afternoon/last night were worse.
It continued into the wee hours of the morning before giving us a brief reprieve.
It just started again with more heavy rain forecast through the evening and night. As you can see, we are under another flood watch.
I have once again hooked up the pumps, but water has already made its way through the chimney and into the furnace room.
I shudder to think of what is happening at the lake.
Weather aside, Nod can be beautiful.
{The first "volunteer" patio petunia of the year}
{Middle-of-the-night skies}
...and there are treasures here.
All in all, I'm just one squirrel short of a fairytale.
Oh wait...I have one of those too.
