There is a tiny wetland in the open space near my home. Cattails, reeds, sedges, the occasional heron and muskrat… we like to walk Annie down by the stream, sometimes in it. Depending on the depth and flow of the water, we tiptoe or bounce across the rock bridges, playing like kids again. In a region where water is scarce, I feel lucky to live near a “babbling brook.” And in a season where life seems to stand still, it’s nice to have this simple reminder that the seasons are progressing, life is working in undercurrents, the next season is on its way.
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