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Saturday, February 8, 2014

Creek folk


Just because you bought a house on a creek doesn't mean you're creek folk. The transformation takes time, and drought time produces a lot less of it than rain time. Certainly we're feeling much more creeky now than we have at any time since buying the place last August, as a nearly dry bed filled with three feet of water, seemingly overnight. And, having risen, it is now a constant presence, a sound I expect to grow to depend upon.



Let's just hope we can depend on our retaining walls....

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