Gardengalsjournal

I was looking over the late fall landscape towards the new pond in the garden. It arrived yesterday courtesy an all day rain event that fell from the sky in waves of drab drizzle and caused the usually demure little stream to become a raging river spilling over the banks and slowly spreading out. The water does not appear all at once, but creeps inch by inch,  first hiding under cover of the grass then greedily encroaching more of the land – the underlying grass submissive under the now lazy water smothering it.

That the area floods make me think that a real pond would work in that area – a nice pond that shone blue in the sunshine, reflecting the trees in their fall glory and that stayed there all year round. We could put fish into the pond, although they would probably be picked up by nearby birds. Seeing waterfowl land on a pond creates another enjoyment of the garden and perhaps the white duck that has taken up residence in next door’s pond would come to visit ours too.

Yes I definitely think I would like to have a pond in the garden – but for now I have to be content with the dark, muddy water from the stream to mark the spot.