Giving a voice to a silent stream

The stream is sleeping till it rains again. 

On Tuesday morning I had the dog back walking with me again.  He was ecstatic about arriving home on Monday evening and ran around in the yard and could not wait to play ball or walk or ride in the truck.  This morning he was ready to go for a walk so we ambled down to the pig farm.  The pigs have now departed for the Greater Gulf States fair in Mobile Alabama which is not far from my home.  All was quiet in the barns now.  We turned aside into the woods where the little stream runs.   The stream has now gone dry and is showing the red sand washed down from the paving of my road several years ago.  The leaves falling from the trees are beginning to cover the sandy bottom of the stream and will eventually cover it completely till the next big rain.  The woods are somber and quiet at this time of year when the activities of the animals who live there are beginning to decline.

Magnolias guard the ground jealously.

 I stopped to take another look at the magnolia grove and noticed that the leaves that have fallen on the ground are forming an impenetrable layer.

The Magnolia leaves take on all comers.

 Almost nothing can grow through the leaves and if anything does manage to get through the shade created by the magnolias will starve it for sun light. No need for a lawn mower here.   It was good to be walking with my dog again this morning.  You don't realize how much company that even a dog can provide.  I missed the dog for those few days I was traveling.  I enjoyed my trip out of town but it is good to be back home where everything is normal again....Sort of.   Thanks for reading my blog today.  Bye.