I am travelling on the train with my wellie boots.
A visit necessitated that these accompanied me today. I don’t see other travellers with their wellies despite the rain and flooding of recent days.
I met someone yesterday, at my dance class, who is experiencing the flood waters first-hand. The roads are flooded and the water has nowhere to go. It is turning back on itself. My garden is underwater. It is awful. She told me.
Do flowers drown? What happens to the boughs of the trees once submerged.
Our garden tools become redundant.
The cat can’t go out.
Our feet cannot touch the ground as they should.
The water leaves its own style of “mark-making”. It uses dirty water. It gushes, slides and seeps into our everyday world. It is uncontrollable, smelly and contaminated.
It is unstable and invasive.
There is not much to like about flood water, it can change the environment in which we live very quickly.
Genesis 8:9 – But the dove could find nowhere to perch because there was water over all the surfaces of the earth.
