Not much happened along the New Meadows River today, and it’s my understanding that not much happened there yesterday, either. If this trend keeps up, and I see no reason why it shouldn’t, it’s very likely that tomorrow not much will happen along the New Meadows River. Again.
|Busy on the New Meadows River.|
There are those who would beg to differ with me, though, and rightly so. For instance, the fluff on the river reeds that contains the seeds got a little fluffier. Some of the seeds blew away and are busy planting themselves as I write. They’ll be next year’s crop. The last of the cattails burst open. A great many beautiful and colored leaves flew off the trees. The water just seemed to swallow them up greedily. The marsh grasses turned even yellower. The last of the wading birds left. Also, the wind was quite fierce.
Someone left a little boat hidden behind the reeds. It’s not a big deal, and no one knows it’s there anyway besides me and whomever it belongs to. It will still be there when he comes back. There’s not much chance of it being taken. Actually, there’s no chance of it being taken at all, which is why it’s there.
It might be sunny tomorrow. But maybe it won’t be. You never do know along the New Meadows River. It keeps you on your toes.