Rebirth

A gentle rain has fallen for much of the morning, but not to be discouraged,  my plans of cleaning around the pond stayed on track.

It always amazes me that despite the freezing water,  soon after Spring arrives, the sound of croaking, once again returns.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cold, wet leaves

Floating on moss-colored water

And the croaking of frogs -

Cracked bell-notes in the twilight.

 

~ The Pond, Amy Lowell

 

 

Rain Dancing

No rain in over a month now, the ground is parched and cracked.
Normally this time of the year, we are having a peak show of color, when the trees magical transform from summer greens to their brilliant fall palette, but signs of brown, dead leaves are all around.
I've noticed the deer have been venturing closer to the house, they hear the splutter of the pond pump, and it must sound mighty inviting right about now.
 

Rain Stops Play

The cooler temperatures, and three days of non-stop rain, have brought planting days to an abrupt halt.

Trays of Petunias and herbs, Rosemary, German Thyme and Sweet Basil waiting to be planted in the warm Spring soil are now stacked inside the potting shed.

 

 



My dearest  managed to clean out the pond before the rains came, and informs me that the pump has gone kaput, and so a trip to the hardware store is now on my list.

Sadly, there isn't any sign of our resident frog Igor this year, I 'spect he's gone on to greener pastures.

To make amends the woods are a virtual orchestra of croaking Tree Frogs, day and night, their amorous calls echo through the trees.

 

  

Cold, wet leaves
Floating on moss-colored water
And the croaking of frogs-
Cracked bell-notes in the twilight. 

 

 

~ The Pond, Amy Lowell

 

Froggie Went A-Courtin'

We have a new visitor taking up residence at the pond, a young frog.
He's been making his amorous calls day and night, summoning any eligible female within earshot to venture his way.
Last week, I witnessed a new croaking sound, followed by another, apparently his persistence has paid off.

Cold, wet leaves
Floating on moss-colored water
And the croaking of frogs -
Cracked bell-notes in the twilight.

~ The Pond, Amy Lowell

Treading Water

We enjoyed a glorious Spring day here in the Tennessee Valley for Mother's Day.
Mother Nature graced up with her very best, and it was such a delight to spend the day pottering around the garden.

We planted and cleaned up around the pond, taking care not to disturb Igor, who has become quite accustomed to our presence, and no longer plops in the pond, when he sees us coming.

Flowers are blooming, bees are buzzing, the 13 year Cicadas are serenading.

Cold, wet leaves
Floating on moss-colored water
And the croaking of frogs -
Cracked bell-notes in the twilight
~ The Pond, Amy Lowell

A new Japanese water Iris in bloom " Holden's Child"

I hope your day was just as special.

Treading Water

"A pool is the eye of the garden
in whose candid depths is mirrored
its advancing grace. "
~ Louise Beebe Wilder


The days have been excessively hot this past week. Normal temperatures at this time of the year are usually between 72 -75 degrees, and pleasant.
Over the last few days, the temps have soared into the low 90 degrees, with almost suffocating humidity, and undoubtedly due to the recent floods, there are mosquitoes everywhere....

We have a new visitor taking up residence at the pond, a young bullfrog. He's been making his amorous calls day and night, summoning any eligible female within earshot to venture his way.

Cold, wet leaves
Floating on moss-colored water

And the croaking of frogs -

Cracked bell-notes in the twilight

~ The Pond, Amy Lowell

A new Japanese water Iris in bloom " Holden's Child"