Pond

Our little pond has brought such joy lately. I hear bullfrogs in the evening, I see birds taking baths on our small "beach," and I watch fish swim beneath my toes as I cross the bridge to our home.

Some Jehovas Witnesses came by the other day (seriously, as soon as Gandalf passed away we got calls from them and the Mormons! Miss you, Gandalf), but they said they see lots of front doors but never one with a small "moat and bridge." That made me smile.

And with the baby gate Justin made on the front porch, I can now rock without worrying about Patrick escaping into the yard.