Glacial Erratics

Poupou's been disappointed in me for not showing her the pond in the back yard. Eric and Anne were in town and their combined weight shamed me into relinquishing my fuddy duddiness for a few minutes and back to the pond we went.

It's way back in the furthest corner of the back yard. In the summer it is surrounded by masses of brambles and other nasties that make it no fun to reach. In the winter it is a little easier. Fed by a spring, it's rarely fully frozen and on this particular day there was no ice, lots of mud, and deer tracks and scat all about. I should get a big hacking mochine and slash a path: when summer arrives we can relax back there with the mosquitoes (bad) and frogs (good).

A fine visit was had with E&A, as usual.