don't have words for this. maybe tomorrow, maybe not. maybe i will just need to be silent.
Walked down to take the trash dumpster to the roadside for emptying tomorrow morning…usually do that when i drive down on the way to town. but off rhythm as with many things. good practice for Minnow on leash. and i was curious what all the noise had been in those last Rain days. Thinking the guy in the Green house across Old Olive Highway doing one of the many loud things he does……not. and as i said….don't have words. They had come. and cleared the area of their right of way all along the little road that follows next to the creek, a run off creek of overflow from the Fish Hatchery. Things are
gone
all the grove of Scotch Broom, considered an invasive. All the so loved Button Bush around those 2 corrugated metal culverts you can see in the foreground and so much. so much. so much more. Where the deer and the coyotes pass through, that fox. where the Quail live. lived.
Us on the right. the one lane dirt canal road on the left.

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