El Polin

One such area that I love to work in is called El Polin. This creek sits in the center of a small valley between to two hills. I'm not sure it can be called a valley, but hey. El Polin has a beauty of its own that precedes it. I just love the sound of a rushing creek while I work, gardening, pulling weeds, and planting native species. I am able to lose myself, and work harmoniously with my other group members. As I recall, no one was saying a word, a little piece of solidarity. As the day went on, a great blue heron flew into the creek, walking skillfully on its stilt-like legs. Everyone watched in amazement as the blue blue bird started to bathe itself in the creek.