Today I got sufficiently foolhardy to climb down the slope to the creek. I was following an orange butterfly, and hoping for a better view of the tiny fish enjoying the sun-warmed shallow water.

The butterfly was long gone when I got down there, but I got a good reminder that tree roots are holding this whole bank together. The limestone chips and erodes easily, creating concavities.

The macho mallards weren't interested in my insights into the precarious nature of the whole enterprise on their spring break afternoon.

© 2010 Nancy L. Ruder

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