ANN BAILEY: Sloshing will, inevitably, lead to slapping

Slosh, slosh, slosh. Those sounds have been haunting me all spring and likely will continue to ring in my ears for more days to come. They are the swishing noises that my rubber boots make as I walk through the water. That’s because last fall’s wet weather and this spring’s rains have combined to raise the ground water level at our family’s farm southeast of Larimore, N.D.