Over the last few years I have been making trails in the woods
behind our house. This trail goes down from the northern wildflower
garden down to a small creek that is normally dry.
Through the years the rains have washed the topsoil off so that the floor of the creek
is bedrock. There are pools of water which are surrounded by large limestone boulders.
In one area there is a small spring which puts out a small trickle of water from the crack
throughout the year.
The leaves are almost all off the trees.
It is a quiet spot within life's turmoil.
When there are sustained rains the leaves and detritus are carried down stream.
Water from the creek ends up in Sugar Creek south of the Frank Lloyd Wright House.