My little flowers edging the pond are opening up. Always delicate, always beautiful, I find such joy in the small things in life that are dependable.
This weekend, was pond cleaning time.
I looked to see what a person is called who cares for ponds because of course I would want to give proper accredidation to my beloved for yet another hat that he wears. A person who cares for ponds is a pondkeeper. Go figure. I was hoping for something .. . . ologist.
My brother Gerry was visiting with his dog Max. If a person is going to have to do a dirty job such as clean out the pond, well at least he may as well have an audience to cheer him on.
They did this well.
Over the winter the pond accumulates some good muck at the bottom and the fish can't be seen to put in their blue barrel for the duration for the cleaning.
In a few more years, I can easily see the lil' farmhand and little miss n helping to scoop, but this year the job was done by my pondkeeper.
Every bucket that was bailed was emptied and then the ground was checked for flailing fish.
The smart ones allowed themselves to be transferred to the holding tank while their pond was cleaned and refreshed with a new pump. The smart ones maybe didn't purposely trust the pondkeeper but went with the flow anyway. . . (pun intended).
Is is just me or is there a lesson here?
Oh Lord, I pray that I have ears to listen and eyes to see the wisdom that I need.
I don't want to be a dense fish, so certain that I see things clearly when in fact I'm looking through mud.
My beloved heard a speaker recently say something to the effect of .. .
Don't be upset when people who care for you give advice when you need it. . .
Rather be alarmed when people don't care about you enough to give you advice.
We thought there was a lot of wisdom in that statement.
If you can figure out how I got from the beginning of the post to the end .. .
give yourself a woo hoo and have a great day.