Last night rain poured down for a few hours leaving four inches behind before the clouds moved on. An early morning walk is important to see what damage the water has done.
Surprisingly the water stayed where it was supposed to. The road didn’t wash onto the fence.
Up in the north pasture the sun is starting to light up the mist hanging over the grass. Wisps of mist are high enough to obscure the hill behind now turning colors for the fall.
Time is sliding by on the crests of ripples on the creek. I turn back to check the south pasture.
The creek is up, but not flooding or even up to high water stage. I saunter across the bridge.
Crunching gravel underfoot masks the occasional plop of walnuts hitting the ground. The rushing of the creek keeps me company. It’s so easy to let my rushed feelings tumble downstream with the water.
The gravel is still on the culvert. No trees toppled. There is no real storm damage.
This is now an early morning walk to simply enjoy the time away from tasks. Shadows still darken the south pasture. The mist is thin and white.
Still, morning chores are calling. For now the calls of the goats are quiet. There is no noise from traffic or whatever projects the neighbors are up to on top of the hill behind the house.
The air is crisp, washed clean by the storm. Early morning walks are special times. I stand and linger looking up across the hill pasture.
Warblers are greeting the day with their songs. Some are quarreling in the trees along the creek.
The sun is peeking over the hills. Reluctantly I turn back to retrace my steps back to the house.
The sunlight is streaming across the north pasture as I walk up past the barn. I stop on the road to look down between the trees. It is tempting to continue my early morning walk.
A rooster calls. My cats Tyke and Cloudy call me. It’s time to serve breakfast.
There are so many special times at “My Ozark Home.” This is one of them.