I gave the little bridge her dignity back today, but it will take more than me to do the rest. This is the bridge that is world-famous and no one visits City Park without having a photo taken on it. Notice the yellow vegetation killed by the flood waters and the piles of dead limbs in the background.
I had a pile of tree branches about six feet high behind me that I cleared away. I used a broom and a rake and the heat and humidity was unbearable and I had to move very slowly to keep the energy flowing. I could tell how high the water had gotten and how long it stayed as I cleaned the steps. Perhaps when a cool front comes through I'll try some more. It was soooo hot and should I pass out there, no one would find me but the raccoon who was watching waiting to eat my face; she was so hungry. The Park is totally empty and so quiet; not a bird, not a cricket or even a breeze. I must be crazy being in here alone, but I do have my Smith and Wesson .38 on my waist.
In the meantime, our little stone bridge looks pretty again. Now, if only I could get my house this pretty. My fragrance these days is "Eau de Clorox."