The branch

The tiny creek that makes up behind my maternal grandparents farm was referred to as the branch. I'm not sure why.  My cousin lives there now and we were there helping her with a plumbing issue today. As I walked around the shore I remembered this spot and how sometimes there was a burn pile down there where yard debris and house trash was burned. Now it is all grown up with bamboo. I have no idea who planted that down there but I feel sure it was a huge mistake. Not much else has changed over the past 60 or so years except the barn fell down and the pig pen has been removed. Part of the farm has been divided among family and a portion was sold off. I guess maybe things have changed more than I realized.