I went for a short hike the other day along the shaded banks of Shoal Creek. Some young naturalists were exploring in a shallow section of Silver Creek which runs into Shoal.
There were Minnows and Water Striders in the sunlit water.
A Blue Darter settled silently on a wild grape leaf. The trail wound along under the tall sycamores and oaks. The air was hot, humid and alive with the sounds of June insects and birds.
Wildflowers appeared every once in a while.
The creek was swollen with recent rains. Voices led me down to the bank and I almost missed a couple rowing by in
kayaks. They yelled "Hi are you gong to jump in? I smiled and replied maybe".
Purple Cone flowers soaked up the suns rays in a open place among the shadows.
I found benches every
quarter mile or so to rest, watch and listen or maybe recall a good poem.
I went for a short hike the other day along the shaded banks of Shoal Creek. Some young naturalists were exploring in a shallow section of Silver Creek which runs into Shoal.
There were Minnows and Water Striders in the sunlit water.
A Blue Darter settled silently on a wild grape leaf. The trail wound along under the tall sycamores and oaks. The air was hot, humid and alive with the sounds of June insects and birds.
Wildflowers appeared every once in a while.
The creek was swollen with recent rains. Voices led me down to the bank and I almost missed a couple rowing by in kayaks. They yelled "Hi are you gong to jump in? I smiled and replied maybe".
Purple Cone flowers soaked up the suns rays in a open place among the shadows.
I found benches every quarter mile or so to rest, watch and listen or maybe recall a good poem.
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