Up at o' dark thirty this a.m. emptying the
pond of its HUNDREDS? of stones. You
can't even imagine the debris a few years
can make. Thought we had two liners in
but 'twas only one . . . must be the reason
it leaked so badly.
I have great aspirations for this little pond.
I'm even going to name it properly . . . feel
free to send ideas! Of an evening, we can
sit beside it, listen to the trickle of water
coming through the ancient water pump.
I so bless my friend and neighbor for the
gift of it. Me thinks there's pure magic in
my lil pond!
I'll find peace of mind, sitting by my pond.
Dreams will sift through my thoughts as I
ponder its sweet beauty. One thing I know
in my older days, 'tis the small, simple joys
that bring peace to the soul. This, I so want
to remember. I pray, I'll know how to find
and appreciate them!
sitting by the pond
dreaming of heaven with you
pray come and join me
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