Today I was walking along on my trails minding my own business when suddenly I saw it. It couldn’t have been snow – the rain from the last couple days washed away the little traces that were left. It was something more unusual that that.
My puddle, which had been getting pretty scungy, now had water flowing into and out of it and it was much cleaner. But then, when I passed by my puddle and followed the little stream running away from it – I found it.
At the bottom of a rock, sitting there in all its white foaminess, I found a pile of suds. At first I thought it was snow, but it was much too frothy for that.
So maybe it wasn’t the water running through it that cleaned up my puddle. Maybe, just maybe, someone gave my puddle a bath. I never heard of giving a puddle a bath, but here you have it. First class evidence.
Or maybe someone thinks I need a bath, and they put those suds there so I would scrub myself before heading back home. No, that can’t possibly be. It’s got to be the puddle they were cleaning. I wish I had a camera hanging on a nearby tree. I want to know who that person was that gave my puddle a bath.









































