With you four daughters spread around the country, I thought I'd remind you of what life is like at home on the pond. What little is left of it, with the state 16 inches and counting into a drought. Still, the deer eat the corn we put out for the geese by the duck box. The beaver return, even though there's no sound of flowing water. The blue heron and kingfisher are still regulars; fishing is probably easy when the water-to-fish ratio is in your favor. Pretty soon there won't be any sport in it at all for them!
2 comments:
Hey, this looks almost exactly like the view I get from my office window. Maybe we live in parallel universes!
You live in a beautiful setting! Your blog looks great. And you said you didn't have much to say!
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