We need to think about the changes coming. Many of us already see them. There are fewer butterflies, fewer frogs, seasons come sooner than expected. And flooding, flooding is coming. I don't expect the waters to get high at my house, I'm far enough from the river to not worry. But my home could become an island. It's happened before when we had to drive a long distance to go a short distance. The area between here and there was covered in water. It was inconvenient, for some it was devastating. It won't happen soon. For now the drought dries up the river and everything in it. Fewer butterflies, fewer frogs, swimming holes gone.
The reservoir that now covers the south end of the old family ranch is now void of water. My father could once again walk the land he walked as a boy.
The prompt for Sepia Saturday this week is open to interpretation, as they always are. I see the calm before the storm.
I will leave you with this lovely farm with the river in the distance and the promise that flooding is coming, we just don't know when.
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