“There’s lots of creeks in our yard,” June told me Sunday afternoon as we took a hike.
Snowmelt is filling Prairie Creek & rushing fast across the western slope out front.
June’s ski trail has given up, only weak prints whisper in the slushy snow now.
An icy tide pool has appeared along the southern field edge. Perfect for exploring & getting your mittens sopping.
Winter is washing away & I can feel spring hovering nearby.
Sometimes it’s fun to put on a pair of galoshes & explore the puddles & pools as a child would…especially if you take a child along on your trek & let it be. Let it be, Ruby. I think I need to be told that more.
The melt water is cold, so cold, shocking when you dip your fingers in it.
I waded too deep & some got in my boots. June said it was ok.
I totally believed her.
Has winter begun to wash away where you are?