After several weeks of mostly rainy, dreary days, glorious sunshine has followed to dry out the ground and soggy spirits. I’ve had a hard time staying inside, choosing instead to take long walks with the dog, even though the walks still mean muddy shoes and paws to clean up afterward.
What I’ve noticed most the last two mornings is the return of the birds. Their happy whistles sing a song my soul understands.
Western Scrub-Jays, happy in the morning sun
A closed boat launch
The river remains closed to boating, but despite its muddy rushing, ducks and wading birds have ventured back into it in search of home and food. Their grace and beauty is a welcome addition to the banks of the river. Continue reading →
Fall here is beautiful in its own way, not in a familiar North Carolina way, but in a way that catches my breath nonetheless.
The salmon are beginning their run, and happy fisher people (mostly fishermen) are daily swarming the river, giddy with the prospect of catching a big fish. A happy man popped up from the riverbank just this morning, a large, pink fish swinging from his side.
Why do you think they fish all together instead of spreading out?
Rain came back in a big way, too, over the weekend. More than two inches over four days. Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Continue reading →