Pond Work

I think I finished the pond today. At least I dug enough at it that I got sick of digging, which is a victory of sorts. I found a few good sized rocks in the hole, but a metre deep is enough I think so I will let it go at that and concentrate on sealing it with mud from the swamp. That’s my cure for everything. Throw swamp mud at the problem.IMG_8078_small

Once I was finished with the pond, and had used a block and tackle to lift a big rock I found at the bottom, my arm was sore so I didn’t do any more labour. Instead, I read a bit, took a nap and then cooked the beets from carol with two of my potatoes, which were meant to be seed potatoes but the ones ones seem to be growing now, if I can keep the slugs off them.

It was rainy today, so quite a bit cooler which was better for the bugs and a bit easier to work. I need to mud in the garden some more though, because otherwise it will fill up with slugs. It needs to start growing plants too, although I am more hopeful of my table top garden on stilts.

About Barry Pomeroy

I had an English teacher in high school many years ago who talked about writing as something that people do, rather than something that died with Shakespeare. I began writing soon after, maudlin poetry followed by short prose pieces, but finally, after years of academic training, I learned something about the magic of the manipulated word.
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