On New Year's Eve Day, Betsy and I took our dogs and went hiking along McDowell Creek.
We found a beaver dam that had been constructed around a chunk of earth that had broken loose from the bank and somehow migrated to the middle of the creek. The beavers then connected it to both banks with sticks and rocks.
Betsy and I walked on those sticks and rocks, teetering precariously, until we reached that chunk of earth. There we sat in the sun and listened to the creek ripple as it broke through tiny breaks in the dam on either side of us. Little Mac sat between Betsy's feet and looked at everything wide-eyed. Deci was sure we were in Fun Land. So many sticks! and so close together! And right by the creek!!
We delighted in Deci's delight!
Sitting by a splashing creek in the sun is akin to sitting by a camp fire in the dark. You can't help but speculate and wonder and probe the mysteries all around.
Our thoughts and talk flowed just like the creek.
Happy, happy new year, everyone!