Saturday, January 26, 2013
On frozen pond
It always amazes me on how the pond attracts people--even in the cold and frozen winter. The painter looked around the room to assess the job, when he noticed the pond out the window.
"What's that?" he asks, and I answer him.
And that leads to a myriad of additional questions throughout the day. Questions that never stop.
Do you have fish? How do they stay alive? Do you clean it? Do you have to put in chemicals? Why do you have a heater? How did you put it in? Is it a lot of work? ...............
It goes on and on and on. And it always ends with "I want a pond."
I know. It's the single best thing we have added to the house---well, next to the bottle opener on the wall just inside the garage door.
Even in winter, the pond changes each day--the water freezes, the leaves blow over the top, the fish swim under the frozen ceiling. There are animal prints in the snow, marking the presence of little thirsty somebodies coming over for a drink. Some days the ice is thick, other days it melts. Come spring, there will be little frog heads who pop up to see if winter is over just yet. It's never-ending--I look at the pond all the time for subtle changes and new miracles.
Yeah, Painter Guy, it is cool. Even in winter.