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| Looking upstream |
In the nearly five years that we have lived on our homestead I have never seen Sink Creek. Oh, there was evidence of its existence on the aptly named flood plain, but whenever there was a gully washer I was either at work or it was the middle of the night or there was too much thunder and lightning to safely go outside.
Until yesterday, when the storm clouds dumped 3.5 inches of rain in a few hours, making a river out of our front yard ...
then quickly pushing off to the east, enabling me to finally take a look before the water soaked into the aquifers below.
Our fire pit, which has stood unused through the recent years of drought, became a nascent mosquito pool ...
So I undammed one end to let the water drain out ...
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Slogging through the recently mulched West Trail lichen farm, we were glad to see that our efforts were worthwhile as the water pooled under the branches without breaking through and washing out the path as it had in the past ...
But it was the flood plain that inspired the most excitement. Water was moving, rapidly ...
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| The creek already receding ... sinking into the earth |
and up to a foot deep, carrying with it seeds and silt, Mother Nature's best planting method ...
Indeed, last year's heavy rains carried bluebonnet seeds from upstream where they bloomed for the first time on our property earlier this spring ...
With this most recent deluge, I have no doubt new seeds have been spread even farther downstream.
But it was the voice of the water, chuckling through the rocks, that most delighted me (if only I could figure out how to insert a video into Blogger, you could hear it, too). Instead, I'll just leave you with one last look from the headwaters of Sink Creek ...
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| Looking downstream |
already gone, but not forgotten.
