I don’t know how many times the bed of that stream as been changed; probably as many times as a child with a shovel has stopped by and had a dream about it.
We took down a hoe tonight and some sand toys.
Everyone found a different space to work in.
Alice found the circle of sand and Betty and she made sand castles.
Miranda worked to bring a tributary of the stream, back on course, up high by the snake grass and the flowering dogwood bushes.
I moved stones into a straight line – not a particularly beautiful architectural feature, but that seems to be what my body wanted to do: either throw small stones out of the circle of sand, or move big stones to make a bank for a stream.
When we left there were some tributaries near the snake grass and flowering dogwood that now joined the stream.
And is a small pool for the minnows, which we shall catch tomorrow.