It’s been a mild winter — but a wet one. The waterways in our neighborhood are full to the banks, and during our recent walks Penny and I have often heard the rush of water. Rose Run, which zigzags in close proximity to old State Route 161, is typical of the creeks and streams in New Albany.
There is something quite soothing about the sound of water tumbling across rocks. If it were a bit warmer I’d be tempted to try my hand at skipping a few stones.