I plant stuff.
It dies.
I cut down stuff.
It grows back.
I plant trees.
The beavers chew them down.
I lay stone.
Swamp grass grows to cover it.
I dig creeks.
Storms and rain fill them with mud.
I make plans.
The swamp changes them.
I am always hearing "you can't do it" from one person or another. When I hear that kind of stuff, I'm even more determined to prove I can do it. My husband Russ never tells me that I can't do it. Russ just wonders why I'm willing to face snakes and snapping turtles and probably the swamp plague in order to accomplish my goal. From time to time he will even do a "he-man" chore for me, to help move me along on a project. ( This week he took time off from making a 3-D Robot movie to fire up his chain saw. Don't you love it? I sure do!)
I asked him to cut up a large fallen tree so that I will be able to dig it out and make a larger water area. Then I asked him to remove some large brush that my lopping shears couldn't handle. I will be busy for weeks now, working these new areas. The swamp is fed by a spring fed lake and empties into a river. I am hoping that, over time, the flow of the water will finish what I have started. I think there is at least one beaver who has moved back in "to help me with my task."
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