This is not a lily pond, but my lily pond, the one I’ve come to know and love, the one that represents all lily ponds to me. It’s the height of summer and everything is thriving. Trees along the bank are reaching over to share their story while the lilies keep popping up and spreading out, claiming more of the surface with each day. It happens every year. And every year I look at it all with the deepest sense of gratitude, thanking the family who generously donated the land to the town, protecting this beautiful place for the future. Details below. Enjoy.