In the dark, standing on the front porch this morning with my coffee, this is what I heard.
Only a week ago, the only water sounds would have been then overnight dew dripping from the maples along the road. The creeks were almost mute, small panicked schools of minnows furtively seeking shelter from the sun in what few pools remained.
We have gotten almost two inches of rain this week–not in time for the garden, but a help towards next year’s creek flows, drinking water and soil moisture, with possible a good bit more coming before the middle of the week.
With the cool day of rain, we’ll probably throw a few sticks in the wood stove tomorrow, more for the sake of seasonal ceremony than need for heat (for me, at least) and that will mark the thin edge of the wedge of autumn, ready or not, it’s sliding its way in.