it's rained A LOT here over the past couple months. my son has been trying to get me to go look at our creek, but I can get lazy. one afternoon when the men were busy working on something in the garage, I slapped on my rain boots, grabbed a beer pulled that water-logged fence open to begin my adventure!
the water was really flowing after a solid week of pretty heavy rain, you could even see on the bank that the water had been about a foot higher. I made my way down our terraces, hopped off the telephone poles, now used to support parts of the hill, and through some heavy brush to our creek.
in case you haven't noticed, I'm a total geek for the outdoors. when I'm on a hike in the mountains, I feel like I'm as close to God as I'll get until I leave this earth. the sound of a rushing river is even better than my favorite White Stripes song. a wildflower growing up out of a mound of broken shale, more beautiful than any bouquet a florist could deliver. so, for me - for us, to actually have moving water on our property is the bee's knee's.
there was all sorts of beautiful stuff going on down by the water's edge, i was most intrigued with where the water has washed away some soil exposing hundreds of palm-sized and smaller rocks. the moss that had taken root was SO green, SO soft .. I wish I could have moss for carpet in the house!
I found a perfect big rock that was juuust the right size and shape for sitting and watching the water. The Seabee came looking for me later. I made him come down the hill and sit with me.
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