Five weeks! Five weeks had passed between our last visit to Roundrock and our visit over the weekend. That’s far too long, even with holidays and out-of-town guests to complicate things. I hope I never let that amount of time pass between visits in the future.
The visit on Saturday was briefer than our usual. We stayed only four hours, which is almost as long as the drive there and back. In that time, we got three big chores done (out of four planned), but the temps were forecasted to drop through the day with some precipitation arriving in the afternoon, so we decided to head home earlier than normal.
And it’s a good thing we did. On our drive home, we met rain, sleet, and snow. And when I checked the weather map after I got home, it showed Roundrock getting hammered by something. Like most of the middle part of the country, Roundrock has faced a drought since last summer, so the inch or so of rain that fell down there last week — we drove through puddles and running water after we left the paved road — plus whatever fell after we left will probably mostly get absorbed into the ground. Nonetheless, the lake was a little fuller than on our last visit, and maybe it will fill a bit more.
We saw flocks of robins in the woods on Saturday. The pileated woodpecker passed over us as we walked in the dry part of the lake bed. A pair of hawks were wheeling and screaming in the sky overhead. We saw three deer floating over a fence as they ran before us. And once I filled the feeder, the titmice flocked to it as they always do.
Roundrock goes on, whether I’m there or not. Still, I like to be there.