We had this gigantic downpour earlier, and now our little creek actually looks like a full-fledged river.
If I could meet any living author for a chat over tea, it would be Annie Dillard. I would ask her to come to Atlanta and teach me how to explore my creek.
Now that the sun is out, our tire swing is in rare form, too. At least, I think so. (The dogwoods are just starting to turn; do you see?)
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