tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143615034352339975.post2235821889956409313..comments2023-08-12T06:10:50.594-05:00Comments on Marty Kittrell: The creeks of Redwoodkittrellphotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07088521950057241483noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143615034352339975.post-82815425554208806442009-11-13T10:33:53.285-06:002009-11-13T10:33:53.285-06:00HA!!! 'Coon track!! We have a fat old waddl...HA!!! 'Coon track!! We have a fat old waddly one out in the potting shed, and I hope he and our new PUP don't encounter each other.<br /><br />These are just splendid, as usual; I can HEAR the water, and smell that Deep-Fall scent of the mouldering leaves and the still-green of the ever-live mosses. I just hope there was just the faintest whiff of that one scent that truly spells Fall---the unmistakable tinge of a faraway pile of leaves, sending up their haze of blue smoke.<br /><br />Nothing like a baked sweet potato, just unearthed from beneath the ashes of a leaf-pile. I DO digress, but your pictures evoke a million memories.RachelDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204947567574886675noreply@blogger.com