Beautiful. So many times you post wondrous beauties that remind me of others, and cause me to appreciate my life in so many ways. Thank you. On my WV farm I had a little stream that started as a spring high on the mountain across the road, vanished for a while, then appeared farther down on the other side of the road, and trickled in to the river at the bottom. It also never froze. It would sometimes get little ice sheets on the top, but underneath it was making its way to the river. Determined nature.
Very interesting. My grandparents lived directly on Sheepscot Bay in Five Isands when I knew them. And behind the small cove where Gramps kept his fishing boat (rowboat), there was a hidden spring that ran underground and out onto the tiny beach and hence into the Bay.
I like this a lot!
Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.♥️
Amazing that it doesn’t freeze!
I recognize its voice❣️😊
Beautiful. So many times you post wondrous beauties that remind me of others, and cause me to appreciate my life in so many ways. Thank you. On my WV farm I had a little stream that started as a spring high on the mountain across the road, vanished for a while, then appeared farther down on the other side of the road, and trickled in to the river at the bottom. It also never froze. It would sometimes get little ice sheets on the top, but underneath it was making its way to the river. Determined nature.
That determined trickle sure is calming.
The little stream that could!
Yes!
I was thinking the same thing!
The sound of moving water is so calming. Thank you.
So calming, Clara. Thank you! 💕
Beautiful scene and music to my ears.
Such a lovely sound!
I love this little stream! So peaceful yet determined.
So lovely!
Very interesting. My grandparents lived directly on Sheepscot Bay in Five Isands when I knew them. And behind the small cove where Gramps kept his fishing boat (rowboat), there was a hidden spring that ran underground and out onto the tiny beach and hence into the Bay.
What a lucky stream, it found its way to the big water!
Absolutely perfect on a winter Sunday morning. Thanks.
There’s always a path through, you just have to keep looking.
Thank you.