Behind the house, there was a steep cliff that dropped off
about twenty feet. A small creek made a
snake like path through the trees and emptied into the large creek where the
swimming hole was. It is here that the
Blue Bells are so pretty, or is it all just in my memories?
Earline and I have almost lived along these creeks where
wildflowers and ferns grew on each side of the creeks and cliffs. Crowley’s Ridge was once the bank of the
shallow ocean that once covered most of this region, or so I have been told.
