Last Friday we had a bit of rain.  Just over a tenth of an inch.  But it fell all at once, and apparently all ran off instead of being absorbed.  Our nice little creek turned into something I wouldn’t want to cross.

Bettie caught a picture of it earlier with her cell phone.

The next day, it was back to its old self. Small, and clearing up from the murkiness. But still speaking to the power of what happened the day before.

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