“If you feel like you’re losing everything, remember that trees lose their leaves every year and they still stand tall and wait for better days to come.” ~ Unknown
I spent a lot of my childhood with Mark by a creek much like this one. If we weren’t in the creek by Mamaw’s, then we were in the creek that ran beside his house at Malone. We spent hours building roads and bridges and boats and dams. The world was our oyster. The creek that runs beside Uncle Harold’s farm house is not only a few miles from that creek at Malone, but it looks eerily similar. My life is complete beside running water.