More rain

It's pouring down. A dove landed on the fence and couldn't take off again, poor thing, he's so wet.

Our little pier has disappeared in the stream. The water is 1 1/2 metres higher than normal and the bench stands with its feet in the water.

I've never seen the lake this large.

The garden furniture at the landing is in danger of being swept away,

and Lasse's boat is fighting to stay put with only the top showing above the waves.

The grass is saturated. We don't want any more rain, please!