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.

Small beginnings

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!!

Digging.

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

the mind

like skywriting

on a still day:``

There Are Poems

Linda Pastan