There is usually no pond here, but rather a local man's carefully groomed lawn:
Hay fields were surrounded by what looked like moats:
The local creek had risen over its banks:
The ditch in my neighbors' pasture had become a torrent:
The ditch along the road and across from my house had filled and was backing up. The culverts could not carry water fast enough:
And at the other end of those culverts, water spewed out under great pressure:
Tractors and other equipment had been left in the fields:
The ground was so wet that I guessed they wouldn't try to move their tractors until it dried out lest they tear up the soil:
All along the roads were flooded sections which brought field work to a stop:
The poor corn fields had been flooded through a good part of June, and now they were flooded again. Smaller farmers, who couldn't afford extensive drainage systems in their fields, seemed to be having a very rough year for corn:
The St. Regis River had widened considerably and, in spite of its calm look, was rushing headlong toward the St. Lawrence. I left my own tractor parked in the barn and began waiting for things to dry out:
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