It was a strong current, carrying all kinds of debris and garbage. It cut a new path beside the original one that I had seen when it was a just sweet little creek about a foot wide, often hidden by wildflowers and weeds, but that was when I first moved here.
Eventually this year, I might have a gently flowing creek for the neighbour kids and grandkids to search for frogs and minnows, where the squirrels can go for a drink and the resident fox can lap its clean freshness. If not - I'll keep on picking up the trash and cleaning out the nightshade roots and related detritus until the creek can meander and I can hear it's bubbling down the tiny waterfalls.
Such a joy. Am I blessed or what?