Day 128 - Hidden Creek Savanna / by Edward Crim

I have mentioned before the rooms that exist in Forest Park that make it a microcosm of the state in which we live (that’s why I’m showing you). I am in the room of the hidden Creek Savanna and were it not for the noise of the mowers on the other side of Union Drive, I could easily think myself in some remote rural location. Tall grasses grow along the sides of Hidden Creek, and in various places on the savanna surrounding it bloom blue phlox, buttercups, spring beauty, common chickweed, fleabane, woodsorrel, and golden alexanders (that is, if I have identified them correctly). I find a pair of mallards in one of the many bends of the creek, preening and relaxing. I give them space and they decide that I am not a threat. It is a beautiful day, and the fact that I have my boots on allows me to walk the creek for a different perspective. The better part of an hour passes before I pull myself away to the world of work.

In the Hidden Creek Savanna by the old oak, I wade the creek. Click on image for more photos.

In the Hidden Creek Savanna by the old oak, I wade the creek. Click on image for more photos.