The recent rains have swelled the creeks. I love the wild sound of the water rushing to join the lake, so I decided to take my morning walk along a nearby creek.
A little hamlet straddles this creek. Charming houses, with their two-story barns, line the road only a few feet from the passing traffic. Little evidence remains that the hamlet once bustled with industry. In the 19th century the creek powered a variety of mills. Sawmills and a furniture factory transformed the trees of the nearby forests into essential products. Grist mills and woolen mills processed the riches of the area's farms. Heavier industries, such as a foundry and plaster and gunpowder mills, also prospered.
I wonder if the hum of these mills could have been heard over the rushing waters.
4 comments:
I love the photos you've been sharing these days! They really capture this time of year.
Damp wood, sodden earth, grey skies - You've made me quite homesick!
Thanks for taking me on this lovely walk with you today.
I love those homes, barns and fences.
The boys and I could spend all day exploring your world. It's great that you captured the sound of the water!
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