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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!

OUR FISH ....... MY FISH

              OUR POND BEGAN
                          AS A HOLE IN THE GROUND
                                     


STEP ONE:
DIG A HOLE IN LOCATION OF YOUR CHOICE.
BEST SPOT RIGHT NEXT TO THE DECK.

MONICA CAN HELP DIG

STEP TWO:
FIRE UP THE
LITTLE RED
TRACTOR
TO FINISH DIGGING THE HOLE
AND GET MORE MUSCLES TO HELP.

That was a lot of
sweat ..... strain
and WAY more than
we could do with shovels,
or our 42 Ford tractor .... Eldon's pride and joy.
The tractor almost got stuck .....
he dug one last shovel full then tried to back out of the
increasingly lengthy hole.

Approaching the mid-point of the
desired 30 feet long pond
the tractor refused to back out with
that one-more- bucket full of dirt.

Eldon got off the tractor
climbed out of the hole
and looked at the ravaged landscape
and said,
"What have I done!"
He climbed back into the hole,
fired up Big Red
and with the expertise of
a BIG RIG TRUCKER
he coaxed that beligerrant
and weary tractor backwards out of the hole.
Then he called a friend with a back hoe to finish the job.
If you don't have the right tools for the job
GET BIGGER TOOLS!

STEP THREE:
Fill the hole in the ground with water,
add a waterfall,
build a bridge,
put in plants and
rocks around the pond

and fish ......
add fish to the crystal clear water.


And a fake duck or two.


ONE FISH ...........TWO FISH.....THREE FISH    
TWO  DOZEN FISH
THE FIRST THREE YEARS! 



And flowers ....
did I say
plant flowers
all around the pond ....?
Irises
mint
snapdragons
and abundant water plants.



Winter wonderland,
and the pond
rests ...
goldfish slumber like bears hibernating
through the long cold freeze of winter.
They turn into
little Golden Popsicles.

Immersed water pump
keeps pumping away,
spilling over the rocks
becoming a
frozen water sculpture.
The steady stream of water pumped from
the deepest part of the pond
tunnels through the ice and snow
 aerating the "golden popsicles' " frigid home.
And all is at rest.

Continued ....
My Fish