That’s how long it’s been raining. The National Weather Service says it will continue through to about midnight. The creek has covered the lowest level of the yard, the dock no longer visible. The cats are chasing each other through the house. The roof is leaking in two places. The farmer across the creek has rolled out a bale of hay for the cattle, the first this autumn.
For the past eighteen plus years, I’ve lived near this creek. As you would expect, its effect is evident, always.
In kind weather, the creek is a source of pleasure and entertainment. Last March, I was startled to hear voices, looked out the back windows and saw a group from the local wilderness camp maneuvering their canoes. Many times, as I sat drinking my coffee in the early morning, I was privileged to watch a great blue heron glide six feet off the water, heading downstream. I’ve seen Canada geese and mallard parents training their young. One morning, an otter was playing. Human visitors enjoy it, too. The kids sit on the dock; the adults watch the water, mesmerized.
Release of control and respect for the elements is wonderful, never better than when the weather is not “kind.” Don’t push it; don’t test it. Just sit back and watch the power that isn’t generated by humanity.
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