AFTER THE FLOOD
It was just the day before w
hen my grandson and I had been looking for “crayfish ‘n lizards” in the little creek that runs through my uncles yard.
Over night a wicked storm had come through that turned the neighborhood into a lake.
Footbridges washed away, shrubbery, flowers, gone.
It taught us a lesson in appreciating what we have-today, the creek is lined with huge boulders to “hold back the rain.” It is ugly, the creek went from natural to today’s version of protecting our homes, tainted only by the tears of a grandma who remembered.
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