(northern water snake)
(always happens when I don’t have a cloth on hand)
Of course, the lost and found slipper ended up getting felted in the laundry once we got home. Those booties have been nothing but trouble.
(I just had to show you that walllpaper! The house we stay in on the creek is older; has a staying at grandma’s house feel.)
We had planned to head home early, and arrive before bedtime for the kids, but got distracted by the Bath County hydro electric plant. We drove along Back Creek to reach it, and our kids ended up swimming in a small recreational lake nearby, and we played in this deeper section of Back Creek as well. We didn’t get home that night until 1 a.m. or so.
I took a walk by myself with Trudy, taking pictures while she swam in the creek. There was something lovely about those moments, all by myself, literally in the middle of nowhere, with just the sound of the water in my ears. I could have stood in the middle of that creek for ages, feet and legs in the water, but I knew Jonny would be wondering if I had met a bear, so I headed back to the lake with a pocket full of wild lemon balm, and one perfectly round, smooth stone.
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