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Rock Springs

Yesterday was a perfect autumn day.


After church, we went for a ride to Rock Spring, a nature trail off the Natchez Trace.


Rock Spring has an abundance of jewelweed, loved by bees and hummingbirds and me.





When the hummingbirds head south for the winter, they stop to eat and rest at Rock Spring. Sometimes, you can see hundreds of them sipping nectar from the jewelweed.



We saw just a few. We were about two weeks late; most of them are already gone. Some may be flying over the Gulf of Mexico right now.
It was a good walk, even though we missed most of the hummingbirds.



Crossing the creek was easy.



The beavers have been working hard.



The water behind the beaver dam is about a foot deeper than the water in front of it.





We saw berries and blossoms and lots of other people out to enjoy the day.


Grab on to the autumn while it is here. Please don't miss opportunities to see the beauty around us!




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  1. You have really been out and about lately. I didn't know that flower was called jewelweed - very pretty.

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