Maybe I can’t go wandering around in depths of the neighbor's forest again, but that doesn’t mean I can’t go up to the edge at the back corner of the springhouse, right?
Last night we had a wonderful five minute rain that started around 5 or 6 pm. It was given to us by a big, beautiful, purple-grey cloud that covered the farm, poured out its bounty, and floated happily on its way. PAL said that he saw rainbows in his part of town!
I made my way along the south side of the hedge towards the back of the springhouse. Now that I knew what I was looking for, it was relatively easy to navigate my way back to where I ended my journey last week.
The sunlight beamed between the wet trees, illuminating the small spring like a silver thread through the swamp plants. With everything freshly dampened, the forest smelled rich and full of life! While I never see them during the day, I know I can hear frogs down here at night (they appear to squeak more than they croak).