Sunday, April 26, 2020
The Pond
The Pond--of course, it's THE pond--is one of my favorite places at Iten's Acres. In spring it puts on a hem of daffodils--many of them immigrants from Mom and Pop's in South Carolina. They are not intimidated at all by the cold weather in Ohio. Every year they expand into larger and larger bouquets. And, of course, in spring the goldfish make their annual appearance until the herons and kingfishers show up. They will be back in late fall--and even seem to enjoy the early thin ice that late fall and early winter bring. By this time the water lilies are beginning to rise out of the dark waters--by mid-summer they will decorate the pond in huge blankets of yellow, red, and white. The music in spring comes from the peepers--an all soprano choir in perfect synchronization. In summer the bull frogs take over--basses every one--and soloists every one. By early summer the pond becomes a 'grotto" of leaves, reeds, overhanging branches, lily pads, and fussy red-winged blackbirds. The heron have a nest somewhere near by raising another gorgeous family. They only complain if I surprise them. The Sentinel--what's left of it--still stands guard. The weeping willow is the queen. The white crab apples add a tinge of color in late April and early May. Winter, of course, brings a layer of white, beautiful in its own way. Yes, though the pond may be more of a mud-hole than a pond, she knows how to dress up impressively. I used to have a bench there next to Narnia's light post. I will have to replace it this summer. It is a restful place to spend an afternoon, almost invisible, noticed only by the dragonflies in a rainbow of colors. Yes, I must get myself a small bench to place in the shadows and disappear on a hot summer's day. How can you not love a pond?
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