Sometime in the late 1980’s,  The Curmudgeon dug the hole for our pond.  He used a pick and shovel to do it. 

     It was summer, so my mother was visiting us.   She would sit outside, watch him work, and cheer him on.

     When we bought the liner, pumps, filters, and our lovely Pan fountain, Mother insisted on buying the waterfall.  She so looked forward to seeing the finished pond.

     We worked all summer to get it finished and before she left to go back to Texas, we had it done.  For years afterwards she loved to sit out by the pond and watch the fish.

     My baby sister loved to sit by the pond too.  When she visited we would spend as much time in the yard as we could.

     With the change of the water feature in our yard the memories of them enjoying my pond will not fade.  We’ll be creating new memories.

     You all have a good one!