My hometown of Belleville, Ontario has been on the news lately because we've had some awful flooding, about 10 minutes from where I live, and right near where a friend of ours lives.
So yesterday, during our homeschooling day, I thought it would be good to go check it out.
Alex, my nephew whom we are now homeschooling, asked when the homeschoolers are going to start the sports days on Fridays now that the snow is gone. It turns out they may be delayed, since this is the field where we normally have sports days:
My friend Holly's house is fine because it's on high ground, but her property is flooded. The kids are standing beside the rowboat here; but the water line for the river is usually about 100 feet out. You can see how the green fence extends in the picture below; the river is usually even further back than that. My friend took a rowboat out with the kids yesterday and went by their neighbours' houses. Very surreal.
Next door to her the farmers' barns are flooded. These are sheep an pig pens which are now housing ducks and geese who are loving all this water.
Many of their neighbours have sandbagged their homes, but I don't know if it's working!
It's sort of ghoulish to stop the car and take a picture, but I thought this scene was particularly awful:
What surprised me is that the water is actually on both sides of the road, though the road is still passable.
My son is buried in a cemetery across the road from the river. Part of it is flooded, though it's a new area where they haven't buried anyone yet. I'm a little worried about where he is, but apparently the flood waters are receding as of yesterday, so hopefully it will all be all right.
At least 50 homes have been totally wrecked, so it's really quite awful. It feels sort of wrong to be touring around, but it's the most exciting thing that's happened in these parts in ages. Does that make us insensitive clods? I hope not!