I'm not sure what a monsoon looks like, but my guess is that yesterday's rain was pretty darn close. Gary and I sat on the swing of the breezeway and watched as the rain came down in sheets, overtaking all of the gutters and flooding the walks. Temporary streams were created on every hillside and valley finding it's way to the Canyon Run creek which was overflowing and muddy.
As quickly as they had come in, the clouds departed and Gary and I went off to explore the land. The waterfalls where fast and furiousThe water overflowed onto the paths to the wetlands and the new pollinator field. No worries, the land is designed for this.
We went up the to the woods and into the forest chapel. All was peaceful and looked like it just had a nice and thorough rinse. All the trees were still standing and provided us with welcome shade on this balmy afternoon. The little toads jumped across our path and I looked at one carefully, wondering if it could be a frog. One of our future grooms told me that it was a small American toad. He explained the telltale air bags on each side of it's head and the dark mark in the middle of it's back. I learn so much from nature-loving couples who seek to marry in the great outdoors. I read a blog from Columbus today that described the ceremony site as a "mystical forest".
I like that.
Loves going for a long walks along the creek accompanied by our goats, Sweet Pea and Pop.