The first weekend in May I did some traveling. It was a wet weekend, ending a wet week, a wet spring season in the Mississippi River valley.
The Lamoine River which empties into the Illinois River was flooded even at the headwaters. Abraham Lincoln as president proposed making the Lamoine a navigable river. I presume that perhaps they were going to make a canal to the Mississippi through to somewhere like Keokuk, Iowa. I don't know the particulars of Mr. Lincoln's plan. It might have been navigable on that Sunday we drove past.
The Rock River was flooding up to the interstate. It is hard to imagine when these fields will be planted in corn or soybeans this spring.
The fields at Marblehead were sporting the waters of the Mississippi as well. Miles from the river, it creeps out of its bank many springs to touch the village. Marblehead is on a raised piece of ground that only floods in the worst years.
And up at Quincy the sandbags were piled in anticipation at Gardener Denver.
It occurred to me that with last year's drought we prayed and prayed for rain. God, with a divine sense of humor, is answering those prayers.