Day 542 Trickle

Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. Sometimes Fiddle Creek this far down the hill is dry. We’re not sure if it just filters through the soil or someone blocks it, but eventually, the little brook returns, and when it does, we feel hope. It’s like life flowing through the town— a bit of nature that is life-giving in so many ways— watching and listening, and for animals, taking a sip. It’s refreshing and relieving to hear and see it on our daily walk.
We also saw mushrooms sprouting from the droppings of the local herd of mule deer. Enjoy the gallery.
Trickle
Trickle
Even flowing just
a trickle: shining, babbling
little stream of hope.
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Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
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