Water, Water Everywhere....

....but not a drop to drink.
The precise quote is:
"Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink"
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

Here on West 8th Street we've had much rain in the last 3 days. And when it rained, it came in buckets and sheets. Fungi is growing in a neighbors front yard and we are starting to look more like a rain forest rather than a residential area.
The vegetation, including the grass obviously loves the moisture but there have been numerous flood warnings and watches posted throughout the area! We of course, here on West 8th Street haven't anything to worry about when it comes to flooding but the Mighty Mississippi lies only a short 8 blocks away and those closer, up to 3rd Street have been at times affected by the Old Man's whim.

Our great metropolitan area"s motto used to be, "A River Runs Through It" but the citizenry re-coined it, "A River Runs Over It". Humor during serious events seems to be a specialty of ours!

The moisture has kept the citizens of West 8th Street away from their duty of mowing their grass. I'm sure that after this slow moving cool front finally moves through our little corner of the world, the sounds of gas powered lawn mowers will no doubt be deafening.

Listening to the National Weather Service on my weather radio at this moment it tells me that Thursday night we are to expect a "record setting low" in the mid 50's.
It's 6:30pm and quite overcast and dark looking as your blogger types this out and the temperature is sitting at 88 F.

The 50 F. temp will be a blessed event.

As we stood outside the air was so thick with moisture that it was uncomfortable to even take a deep breath.

Although your author has a great love for the fall season, one will never hear him complain about the heat and humidity since he remembers all too well the month of January here on West 8th Street.