The sights along the streams at this time of year are at times indescribable. Words are hard to come by when one observes nature at her finest. What may look like a dead weed is actually life renewing. Those puff balls that blow in the winds are replenishing. But as awe inspiring as the sights are the sounds surpass them. The swift flows of water as they try to complete their task of reaching the oceans. The birds also are vocal, perhaps not as boisterous as those calls of spring but they still can be heard.