Our place in Stonington features a small stream that runs along the border between our property and our neighbor’s place to the north. Actually, “stream” is probably not an accurate description. I think of it as a creek, but some people might view it as more of a rivulet, or even a glorified drainage ditch. The water tumbles down the hillside to the harbor, rushing by in the winter and wet spring months and when it rains, but otherwise moving sluggishly — if at all — after a few dry days at the end of summer.
Humble thought it may be, it’s still the only watercourse I’ve ever had on a property, and I think it is pretty cool. The neighbor’s side of the creek is littered with big, picturesque boulders, but our side was definitely lacking in the stone category. As a result, the second part of my stone-digging project has involved rolling, flipping, or carrying the stones I’ve excavated over to the creekside, to better frame the stream. I’ve also been working at clearing out the accumulated branches and other debris that has clogged the creek and interfered with the flow of the water. It’s pretty clear that nobody has paid much attention to it for years.
The goal is to make the creek look more like a waterway and less like a damp spot in the yard. It’s still a work in progress.