The little waterfall is flowing again. I heard it this morning when I was feeding the dogs. We've had two solid days of rain, and while I'm grateful for the rain in this time of drought, and for the sound of the waterfall, I was so, so, so happy to watch the sun reach into the hollow this morning and give it a big hug.
There was no time to visit the little waterfall today, though. I had to rush off to work at the middle/high school library. I never mind that – libraries are my favorite places to work – but today was especially wonderful because the morning sun blasted through the huge windows on the east end of the library and I could watch the clouds and the flags playing all day.
To top it off, back home I heard a choir of frogs singing from the direction of the pond, echoing the song in my heart. (Sunshine does that to me!)
And so my small stone #10 was born…
Creek giggling, frogs singing, and flags dancing at the sight of the sun.
(ha! fooled you with the 'pole dancing', didn't I?)
The rain inspired small stone #9 yesterday:
Raindrops plopping on rocks and machinery, strumming trees and grasses, tapping caliche and a metal roof. Growing loud, then soft, slow, then fast, following the baton of an unseen Maestro.
Do you have any small stones to share?
Long Hollow 
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