Yesterday we started work on the pond. Actually it started last
fall when I removed the dead Mayday tree, the third tree that
could not live in the same spot in the yard. Looking at the hole Helen
said pond, something we had always wanted.
The last of the Mayday tree.
While it was sad to see the Mayday go there was
one tool from the set we bought for cabin building
left to try out. Yippee!!
In goes the sand.
Liner and pebbles.
We begin laying the rocks. Tip the internal shelves
in the pond and the rim around the outside
should be really really level. Oops!
The pond was finished today.
The water is fairly dirty the sand should settle soon.
We still need to put in a small pump to circulate the water.
There will be no fish but we will have water plants next year.
``There are poems
that are never written,
that simply move across
on a still day:``
There Are Poems