The many moods of the Chipola River can change from a sleepy little river meandering around the bend to an angry flood rushing to the Gulf, trying to take every thing in her path.
I love to sit on her bank as she is flowing softly by. In the clear water you can watch the fish playing tag on the bottom stirring up the sand. As I sit in aw of the beauty of nature around me a motion catches my eye, and I watch a school of trout swimming through the river grass swaying in the current as the Chipola heads toward the Apalachicola River.
The dragonflies, their colors shimmering in the sun, dart back and forth without a sound, skimming the top of the water, their wings almost touching the surface. God’s beauty abounds.