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Sunday, July 17, 2011

OUR POND OUR FISH ..... MY POND MY FISH

OUR POND       OUR FISH

       MY POND          MY FISH
                                       See previous post
                          of a    Memory 
                          on a   Page
                           in a   CHapter
                             in
                                  My Life Book.

Now let's see ..................where was I?
Digging the hole for the pond .......with shovels,
                    old Ford Tractor.....
                                  friend's backhoe
fill the pond, add fish and plants ............. that's it in a nutshell.
                                  


Good job, Eldon and Monica!
Did I mention the bluegill?
A friend gave us
four bluegill to mingle with
the goldfish.



 You haven't lived until you've fed a
blue gill after 
 they swim to the surface,
pucker  up their little blue-gilly lips
and take a grasshopper right out of your hand.

I tell you .... it's a RUSH!
And then you have to go on the hunt
for more grasshoppers
and more grasshoppers
and  anything creeping or crawling
flying or wiggling
just to keep the blue gill fat and happy.

Chipmuncks scurry under the waterfall
and take a cooling sip from puddles
at the base of the rocks. ...
A brave lizard, as if to dare me to catch him,
keeps time to unheard music as he
bounces up and down on his four
scaley little feet ....so close I could touch him with my toe.

A family of quail, daddy quail ever on watch,
speedily sip from the pond then scurry off
and away to do quail business.


Seasons come and go
sunrise and sunset
over two years
...............
things are the same but different.



A brilliant garden sunset overlooking the pond
brings one more page in my
Life Book to a close.
But there's tomorrow.
A new day adding to my
memories ....
one chair sits overlooking the pond ..
no more blue gill .....
an eagle picked them off one at a time.
But the goldfish greet me with
hungry open mouths each morning
when I feed them.

They're now
My Fish
    My Pond ...
Whow     A New Life ..............
one day at a time
then another
and another
to feed the fish,
appreciate the sunsets
and flowers, and meet the creatures
who live around my pond
as I start
a new
chapter in my
Life Book.
Thanks God for the beauty all around
my pond!

.............................................



Mmmmm .... I just found this photo
of my mother in Hawaii
Elizabeth "Betty" Kaemerer
1918-2005
NOW THAT'S A POND!

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