At the Pond

We took a bottle of bubbly and some herbed brie and crackers down to enjoy the early evening at the pond. The scent of the wisteria was intoxicating.

Along with the wisteria, the yellow flags (irises) are putting on a show.

Many years ago, before the property next door had anyone living on it, I pulled up a couple of yellow flags growing in a boggy spot just past our fence line and transplanted them to our pond. They have done well.

It's such a beautiful and peaceful spot. There were butterflies and red winged blackbirds. As we sat there, sipping the wine and enjoying the surroundings, the thought came to me that the pond would be a perfect spot for my ashes to be spread someday. And a minute or two after I'd silently entertained that thought, John said, You know, I think this is where my ashes could be spread someday.

When you've been with a person well over sixty years, this kind of simultaneous thought happens quite often

The pond is a fine respite from the news of the day.

                                                    

                                   We'll be back.