The rain stopped this evening, just in time for me to walk on the bike path to the bridge. This wooden bridge spans two little creeks where they join and flow on westward through my patch of suburbia. I figured out that when I have a few more minutes available than it takes to walk around the block, I can go on this more woodsy walk to the middle of the bridge and still be back in less than 15 minutes.
What got me excited was just the utter freshness of the air after days of steady rain, and getting to see the creeks fuller than usual. It’s interesting how one is so much muddier than the other. Many wonderful plant scents were in the cool and damp air, underneath the bolder smell of wood smoke.
Between my house and that bike path, one of my neighbors has my favorite color of daffodils blooming right now. Their faces were heavy with rain, so I had to stoop down to get a good view of their happiness.
Gladsome Lights 
I can almost smell the freshness of the wet scents from your description.
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I wish I could send a shipload of those your way!
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The photos are absolutely beautiful, Gretchen. Oh my! It’s lovely in your world — the first breath of spring is indeed marvelous!
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It is interesting to ‘read’ the water, and see what it has to say about the land through which it’s passed.
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Those daffodils…swoon! They are such a happy flower to me and I suspect to many. They are a great promise of the coming of Spring. It’s nice that dusk is getting later and later and affords a longer walk. Happy last days of February to you!
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lovely serenity!
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That is quite an exuberant creek. A lovely trail to walk and enjoy those daffodils.
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I think that particular variety of daff is ‘Barrett Browning’. Such a pretty combination of colors. What a lovely walk your woodsy path is, and only 15 minutes!
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I fondly remember that trail and that bridge, although it was during your dry season, so there was no water flowing in the creek. I see that this season is alive with rainwater and the blossoms that it brings and would love to hike that path again.
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