to the pond

ronan positively screeches when he hears the quad turn on. odin wanted to take his dump truck for a dip in the pond. the pond has sadly reached that point it gets to every year when there's not much left of it but a sloppy goo. there isn't an inch of water that isn't occupied by a thousand mosquito fish and a dozen frogs and loads of pond weeds. but that doesn't sway my adventurous men from wading across it to inspect that rock or turn over that boat. they are always finding things.

i usually join them on their journeys to the pond, but i don't usually go in deeper than my ankles, and that only to keep an eye on ronan's own investigations of water and wildlife. i don't feel so inclined to slurp through muck. i don't trust it not to end up with some kind of ooky water creature that might rather eat me than slink away. i am pretty sure that the camp is Nessie's summer home. but i do enjoy a boat ride when they happen, i like to get out to the middle where it is still mostly water, even if only two feet deep.

by this time of year we sure look forward to seeing the water come back in winter, all snowy and icy, clean and clear. this year i think we will have to dredge the pond before the weather hits and clear out all the funny things that have ended up there over the years. i mean what is it about water that attracts tires?