When I crossed Buck Short bridge I had a chance to look in both directions and the river is up as high as I've ever seen it. A body of rapidly moving muddy water as curvy as a garden snake stretched off towards the north.
I got a phone call on my cell so I pulled off the road on the far side of the bridge to talk to the folks at work. When I was finished talking, I rolled down the window to get a better view of oncoming traffic. I could see a fairy ring of mushrooms by the side of the road under the shelter of a pine tree, the smell of rotting leaves and straw waffled through my open glass.
It think I've seen more toad-stools this year than ever before, or maybe I just noticed them more this year.
After the rain moves off to the east tomorrow, the weather should dry up and get much cooler. I don't know about you, but I'm ready for a little cool weather.
Change is good.
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