Late September and the lilies won’t be around much longer. I’ve been enjoying the last ones as I walk around the pond, not to mention the crisp, sparkling light that seems to make all things glow. Joy is in the small things. Detail below.
In early April the water in the pond is cold and deepest blue, but as the days warm an explosion happens. Suddenly, there are bubbles and blips as frogs frisk. Duckweed starts to appear along the edges, stray debris floats by, and a green sludge of life blooms. The water seems so dense! Through it all, one can see white clouds and blue sky. It is an amazing and supremely hopeful occurrence. Details below. Enjoy.
As leaves fall, one can really see tree anatomy. The delicacy of crisscrossing branches and calligraphy of reflected tree trunks creates a subtle grid pattern in the pond’s mirrored surface. Late in the day, the colors are muted, as if filtered through a soft gray lens of memory. And yet a few yellow leaves cling, for a while. I thank them.