Our Wet Weather Creek

One of the reasons we fell in love with our lot is because of the little wet weather creek behind it.  It's been running all winter, but it's in full spate with all the rain we've had lately.

Looking to the right, the creek rushes toward the town center,

Directly behind the house is a rushing waterfall instead of the usual gentle trickle.

The other little waterfall in the distance drew me on . . .

. . . for a closer look . . .

. . . and on even farther until the creek's meandering bends disappeared upstream.

I'm ready for spring and plenty of green, but winter is the best time to really appreciate the creek.

As The Mill Wheel Turns

The end of January we got a lot of rain.  I stopped at the Sweet Shop next to the Mill, and the sound of running water drew me around the back of the Mill.

 To my delight, water was coming through the millrace . . .

. . . and pouring onto the mill wheel.

I climbed up the hill to see where the water ran into the millrace.

It headed gently downhill toward the mill.

The millrace resembles an aqueduct, carrying the water across the road to the mill.

The water trickled into the top of the millwheel, and as the top bucket filled, the weight of the water turned the wheel with a gentle creak.  In a few seconds, the water emptied with a splash into the millpond.

It was mesmerizing to watch and peaceful to listen to--trickle, creak, splash, trickle, creak, splash.