The End of the Season

Although the sun is still warm at South Watuppa pond,  the water and wind are cold.  Today I visited one of my favorite places, the inlet formed by the Christopher Borden brook.

The water lilies are dying out, and the marsh grass is turning yellow.

Although this looks like an isolated marsh, a 180 degree turn reveals Fall River in the distance.  Drifting  idly through the rocks in the photo, I notice this.

Closer inspection reveals the round bowl of a grinding slick, highlighted in brown sediment.

These represent hundreds of years of hard work, and a history largely forgotten. I wonder how many more are hidden under the surface.