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Williamsport, OH, 43164

Honeyrun Farm produces pure raw, honey, handcrafted soap, and beeswax candles in Williamsport, Ohio


Round 2

Jayne Barnes

-Posted by Isaac

Sometimes I wish I was a dumb old cow.


They don’t seem to mind the water at all. I watched them for a while yesterday evening. It was during a short rain intermission. Post 2.2 inches, pre 1.5. We had just come back from visiting Grandma, having driven through an area that we later heard got a 5.2 inch thumping.


This gives us around six inches in two days. Pretty wet, but not near as bad as the ten inches they’ve had just a few miles west.

Tough time to be a farmer. Even a bee farmer. Even a homeowner. With record rain, hard rain, you get the unwanted nastiness— living room water damage (that will be really hard to hide from our guests.)

I guess we should’ve fixed the roof  last  summer…

I guess we should’ve fixed the roof last summer…

And you get the unexpected, unwanted surprises. Eden and I have been working on a few more of these raised beds. Totally safe from flooding, right?


Sometime in the middle of the night the water came up so high in the yard, it actually grabbed one and took it for a ride. This morning we found it on the other side of the bridge, luckily caught in the trees.


Also, those trees didn’t look like that yesterday. There was so much water coming through with so much force, it basically sucked a load of soil and roots and trees right into the mire. We’ve got a mess.

About 9 pm, one of those trees got sucked in toward the power line and knocked our electric out. We had to read bedtime stories with flashlights. Then it occurred to me, my night was just beginning. No electric means no sump pump, and three plus inches of rain definitely means water in the basement. At midnight I finally gave up waiting for the electric, pulled on some gum boots, strapped on a headlamp, fired up the generator, and waded through six inches of water to find the pump. I wondered how many other poor souls were doing the same thing?

Since that little ordeal got my blood pumping, I decided to take a midnight walk, you know, see the sights. Just a quarter mile down Randle, the water was flowing like a powerful river across the road. Probably 10 feet above normal stream level. I know I’ve never seen that! And on this side, it had risen up to the hives in the yard. The field was vast lake. (Wish I had a picture for you.)

Wasn’t I just saying that we had never had water so high? Was that just two weeks ago?

First thing this morning I ran down to check on the levee hives. Good news!


They’re still there! Just as it did before, the water had made it up to the first box, but not higher. We lucked out once again. Jayne wondered whether we should go ahead and move this yard when things dry up.

I’m still thinking it over. It’s a lot of work to move a bee yard (when you’re not getting paid for it.)

Surely we’re safe now… This couldn’t possibly happen again… could it?