To honour my 250th pondering
I chose a photograph of my favourite tree, the Acacia, accompanied by one of my favourite
“ The tree which moves some to
tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands
in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity...and some
scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination,
nature is imagination itself . “ William Blake
Mr. Blake was very astute. In the
Acacia, I not only see strength and longevity but the beauty of its
blossoms that nurture bees; strong limbs that provide a home to
squirrels nest; fallen frosted leaves creating mulch for the
undergrowth; gnarly branches casting eerie shadows upon a blanket of
snow; and the heavenly scent of honey wafting through the
Nature is my reality and my
imagination. Thank you Mr. Blake for stating the obvious, at least to
brought a few changes to The Pond. The monsoon rains this summer
made the decision to change more pressing. It's not a good thing
when an inch of water flows to the foundation. Not good at all.
laid it many moons ago it was slanted away but as with everything,
things settle with age. Feel free to use your own mind to ponder
“things” ;) So the quest began. I thought of hiring someone
to lift, regrade and lay but finding a crew to do just that was next
to impossible; besides I needed a change and had always admired
the great fortune to find a young man Mal, who was eager, dedicated
(to the extreme), but most of all he listened! O my stars, a man who
listens is as rare as a diamond in a coal mine. Me thinks I'll hear
about that last sentence.
write on and on about the process but it would bore most humans. I
won't write after digging up the old one I had found garbage bags
laid out flat when I had run out of heavy duty plastic. After 20 odd
years they had never broken down! I won't write that after a brutal
work week I came home to sand and stacked stones and said bugger
this! I'm at the beach for the weekend and so planted my chair in the sand. I won't write how me and
Mal laid out the stones lining The Pond on the hottest day of the
year while listening to Willie and Lobo. I won't write how the
froggies were undisturbed and grooved to the voices, especially Mals.
He learned real quick how to speak frogaleeze.
will write on how pleased I am with the new digs. Of course the
pergola posts had to be stained to match the new steps. I bribed a
tall coworker into helping, he began at the top and I at the bottom
and soon our brushes met. The colour had to coordinate with the
stones doncha know. Next spring the house will be painted to
match, a lighter shade but at least it will flooooowwwww and that's a
good thing as Miss Martha would say :) and not a more perfect place I could find for pondering...
Like your favorite flooded cave, your kindness is deep. You have a strong work ethic and are not afraid to hop to it to get the job done. Far from a flaky frog, you don’t jump to conclusions. Ever since you were a tadpole, you’ve been easygoing and likeable and are a good leader without being mossy, so other frogs lean on you without knowing it. Thanks to Michelle at Rambling Woods :)
Tsk tsk tsk
Ponderings From The Pond are from this mind. Photos are views from my lenses unless noted. I retain copyright on my words and my photos and may not be replicated elsewhere without prior written permission. Ponderings from prompts are acknowledged.