I call it a pond, but technically, it’s a “stormwater reclamation project.” It sits adjacent to several fairly high density (for the suburbs) living areas, including the apartment complex where I live. For those of us who live nearby, it’s a blessing of many kinds. I like to take its picture.
And then there’s the geese
For a while there, this spring, it seemed like the pond was a goner. They, the ubiquitous they, came in, put up a chain-link fence and proceeded to dig.
Nobody knew what they had in mind, but it didn’t look promising. Day after day, big trucks came in and out, carrying away dirt and stones. Pretty soon, it began to look like a field
and we began to wonder whether we should be resigning ourselves to another development going up or something equally non-aquatic. Then, Saturday, as I was driving up that road I noticed the chain-link fence was gone. I pulled over immediately, parked at the side, and ran to look. The pond was back.
Of course it looks a little ragged right now
but no complaints. Long live the pond!
One thought on “The Pond of Summer”
I loved these pictures. They reminded me of a pond that I would sit by and write as a teen. It wasn’t really a pond either. It was a wateringhole for cows, but it was magical for me. Thanks for sharing! ~Marie :0)