In several places Corgi Creek splits off
and creates little islands. Diane and her husband took such a
pleasant walk along Corgi Creek where the dame's rocket can be
seen as far as the eye can see. The only thing one can hear is
the babbling of the creek and birds singing. The rocket smells so
sweet. It is a joy to the senses.... 'tis our own delightful
paradise.
On a hot day it would be perfect to sit on
the limb of the fallen tree with ones feet in the cooling waters
of Corgi Creek. The pink in the background is rocket.
In the woods near Corgi Creek are where
the ferns dwell.
In a hollow of their tree the Johnsons
have been watching a little family of squirrels. They remind the
Johnsons of Beatrix Potter's The Tale of Timmy
Tiptoes. One morning the squirrel mum escorted each
of her babies one by one on an outing. This was the last squirrel
baby waiting for its mum's return.
On the walk back from the woods Diane
followed the edge of the meadow where she found some daisies,
clover, buttercups, and then another stop at Corgi Creek for some
forget-me-nots. The red napkin reminds Diane of Peter Rabbit's
mum's red handkerchief that was used by the little naughty
bunnies to gather onions in Beatrix Potter's The Tale
of Benjamin Bunny. The handkerchief is also seen in The
Tale of Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle as it has been laundered
and folded by Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle, who, alas, could not get the
smell of onions out. Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle then delivered the
handkerchief to the bunnies who came out of the fern to receive
the laundered handkerchief.
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