Behind the Puddle

One ordinary moment, observed behind the puddle.

August 5, 2026

  • When the Log Gets Smaller

    When the Log Gets Smaller

    The baby mallards are definitely growing. Not because the log is shrinking, but because they aren’t the tiny ducklings they were just a short time ago. They still gather on the same familiar resting place, pressing against one another as if nothing has changed. But it has. Pretty soon they won’t all fit. It made… Continue reading

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  • Neighborhood Coffee Shop

    Some mornings the puddle sounds like a neighborhood coffee shop. Stella stood quietly in the water, saying nothing at all. Off to one side, our Lone Goose had plenty to say. Every few seconds another loud honk echoed across the puddle. Behind Stella, three more geese answered—not with the same booming voice, but taking turns… Continue reading

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  • A Slower Morning

    After nearly twenty-four hours of rain and yesterday’s iron infusion, the puddle is unusually quiet this morning. It isn’t empty, it almost feels like it is exhaling. The rain gauge tells part of the story. More than an inch and a half of rain have found their way here, and yet the puddle hasn’t rushed… Continue reading