Too much of a good thing...

The creek is very high during the rains...chocolate milk or light coffee and really wild.

Penny isn't put off by the speed or the color, it's still the creek.



Even the side runs that normally trickle are fast and dangerous.

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Next morning brings a sky that you have to photograph...so colorful, a spiritual thing.

The creek has subsided...it has rushed to Pigg River and returned to a lighter shade.
Belle likes this taste better.

Debris litters the banks and rocky ledges that rise like dinosaur backs.


Penny has her favorite holes to soak in along the run route.

The sun has shone for several days now.The flowers are up and the tree buds are popping.
More rain is forecast for tomorrow and the next day, however I don't think that they will be the torrential rains of last week.
Gentle rain is good, the fields will green up nicely. Those downpours wreak havoc with the driveway,the fields and the streams.
The old adage applies:
Too much of a good thing, isn't good.

November Promise

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Can they get any fatter ? My minis look like furry kegs with legs ! They are eagerly awaiting the re-fencing of the greener pasture, the last of the fields.

November is a funny month here in Southern Virginia. Some things are still in bloom, and some are just starting to bloom, like this winter camelia. The flowers remind me of wild roses.

This giant sunflower made it through last nights frost, it was 25 on the porch this morning, but the sun warmed quickly and the sky was a brilliant shade of blue.

This is a picture of the new power lines that are running near our property. This view is from West Vaco looking toward Penhook. It is amazing how quickly the cut went through. No lines are visible yet.

The creek is low now, and some spots looks like a stream of leaves. This big Beech is hanging on to the ever decreasing bank. Each spring the creek swells up and debrie tears down the bank and washes away the soil that the trees hold to. Every year another big tree lays down its fight for footing. I'm afraid this guy isn't too long for the upright world.

November and all the Fall months are the best for me. Some say its morbid, everything is dying. I say its a preparation for life. The leaves come down and supply the soil with cover and food. The flowers die off leaving seeds for the animals and beginnings for new growth in the Spring. The snow will blanket and provide for a rich new start.

I love fall, it's colorful and it smells earthy and rich, and it has promise for a new beginning.
How can promise be morbid ?

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