Sitting, rocking quietly on our side porch glider is so restful as I hear the trickling of water: Be it the little garden fountain nestled in the greenery close by or our creek bubbling peacefully behind our property. All is so tranquil, especially in the wee hours of the morning. As I grow older, just hearing the water gently flowing as I sit and rock is so therapeutic.
There’s no traffic yet to disrupt the reminiscing of my mind as I appreciate the glorious sunrise’s vibrant colors of creation. There’s peace and quiet. It’s a good time to reflect on life, meditate on all we are thankful for and pray with petitions of concerns.
Yes, water has much drawing power, not only for thought and relaxation but it has sparked much interest, investigation and enjoyment over the years… especially for our youth. Growing elderly, I think back with a smile to remember many enjoyable times, on the water, in the water, and just anything relating to water. What would we ever do without precious water?
Years ago we enjoyed just that — young and old. The Oleout Creek, an angler’s dream, is a well-known trout stream running through the town of Franklin. The creek meandered through a dairy farm’s pasture not too far from our home
When we lived in that delightful village of Franklin, we spent many a time with children and our dog, Georgie-Porgie, on the creekside, wading, splashing, skipping stones or just turning up rocks to see who’s hiding underneath. It was fun, it was educational and it was a change of pace from our hectic treadmill of life’s faster and faster pace.
Georgie was our beloved cocker spaniel, back then, and as most folks know, that breed just loves water. So when the children decided to dip into the water, there was always our little guy enjoying the fun along with them.