The water flowed under the Gulley Bridge as Fate walked over it on our way into the woods.
The sun was setting an hour later when we got back to the farm. And as we approached the bridge, I was surprised to see a few inches of water rushing over the planks of wood.
I wouldn’t have expected such a drastic change in the amount of water in the stream in such a short amount of time, even with all the snow that melted today from the weekend storm.
It makes me think of how little I know about what goes on, in the woods behind the farm.