This is a closeup of where the bridge joins the dirt road - looks to me that if someone doesn't do something, that bridge could end up being an island. I'm not kidding you, that truly was a bridge - is now an odd sort of ford.
And this shot is a closeup of how every little rock protects (at least long enough for a photo) the ground underneath it:
Despite the rain, interesting new bugs are appearing in the garden
& Our peach-colored Angel Trumpets (about a foot long) perfume the air.