An' the creek don't rise
I was supposed to have a
meeting this morning --- the good lord willin' an' the creek don't
rise. But the creek did
rise and the doppler radar called for much more rain to come, so I
called to say I was afraid to leave home for fear of getting flooded
out.
While chatting to the folks I was supposed to meet with, I learned that
the creek which folks talk about rising was originally meant to refer
to the Creek Indians. Which would make the phrase grammatically
correct after all --- I always thought the "don't" in the sentence was
just
Appalachianese.
Anyhow, Lucy and I wandered down to the uncapitalized creek to perform
a stick test on its depth. Someday I want to install a long stick
with graduated markings in the creek so I'll know the actual depth of
the creek water, but for now I stick to a more quick and dirty stick
test. I throw the stick across the creek and see how well Lucy
does as she bounds after it. Today, Lucy showed me up for a wimp
--- she could walk almost all the way across. Still, I'm always
glad to be flooded in, letting nature win the battle for once.
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About us: Anna Hess and Mark Hamilton spent over a decade living self-sufficiently in the mountains of Virginia before moving north to start over from scratch in the foothills of Ohio. They've experimented with permaculture, no-till gardening, trailersteading, home-based microbusinesses and much more, writing about their adventures in both blogs and books.
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