The creek was beautiful this morning, no matter how you looked at it.
The last part of this week has been wet. I got about half done mowing on Wednesday and it started to pour. Thursday afternoon I had just gone out to finish the yard and it started to sprinkle lightly. By the time I was done, and I did finish, it was raining good. Today was in a whole other class of wet.
It was raining this morning so I put off taking the dogs out until about 9:30. That’s when it stopped for a while. We got down to the bench, and I sat and took my daily picture. Of course I had to dry the bench off first. Then we walked on down to the ford and I waded out in the middle for a view downstream.
It started raining again later in the morning and by lunch it was coming down hard. The creek was still calm though. I ate my lunch meat sandwich, read a little, and took a nap this afternoon. When I got up I was in for a surprise. It had rained just a hair over four inches in the last 24 hours, but over three of that came down this afternoon. The creek responded.
The water is starting down now. It’s completely off the bench. I still won’t be sitting on the bench again today though. Hopefully I can get to it tomorrow.
It’s been one of those weeks. The good news is I live at the creek. Creek therapy cures just about anything. Wading in the creek, fishing, catching snakes, pickin’ berries, and just enjoying the trails, puts a grin on your face. All your troubles seem to fade away. I took all of these from my yard, except the berries in the kitchen. I’ve got a great yard 🙂
I took the dogs down to the creek this morning after I fed them. The cold weather means the water is clear and clean. You can see the bottom all the way across. We walked upstream until we got to the ford. That’s a good spot to stop. This time of year, the ford is one of the few places on the south bank I can get close enough to the water to skip stones.
Everyone knows that the point of skipping stones is to get one all the way across the creek. The water is a little higher than I’d like, the island above the ford is almost submerged, but you have to skip a rock to the other bank or you’ve failed. I must have skipped dozens of stones this morning. Eventually I got one past the water sprites.
Water sprites are like fishy fairies. I probably insulted both the sprites and the fairies with that description, but they’re not going to read this. The water sprites were doing their best to thwart me this morning. They’d wait until a stone was almost to the other side and then just barely touch it. At that point the rock disappears under the water with a splash, and you have to try again.
The sprites’ weakness is they get to giggling and lose focus. I spotted a really good stone to skip. Then I picked up a few fair stones and purposely made some bad throws. If the angle is too steep, or if you let a stone fly too far before hitting the water, or if your rock drifts to one side or the other, it’s going to splash out. If you make a few bad throws, the sprites are giggling so hard you can skip that perfect stone right by them.
I finally got one across, and you could see the water below the little island just churning with the sprites’ annoyance. They’ll be looking for me next time, but I know how to beat them. Never quit until you skip a stone to the other bank.
The Daily Post’s photo challenge for this week is Shadowed. On a sunny day like this, shadows aren’t hard to find. My dogs Lucky and Chili present a good example. Clearly that’s their futon they’re laying on. If human company comes, we throw a sheet over the mattress to cover the hair. For me, a little more hair doesn’t matter.
The creek is surrounded by hills on three sides. Early mornings, most of the creek is in shadows. As the sun clears the hills in the east, the tops of the hills to the west take on a warm glow. Mornings are great for pictures. Even if the temperature’s in single digits.
Shadows can also add contrast to a photo. The north side of the creek is in bright sun, while the south side is in dark shadows. The water is just cold.