Count yourself a lucky soul, if a pond exists within a stones throw of your couch. If one doesn't exist, fathom it out. Trespass if you must. Ponds speak to your underwater longing. You can find yourself while pausing cross-legged in pine needles beside a mirrored pond.
Wonderful Lake Superior Spirit has written this beautiful blog; it is worthy of many things, however, the most I can do is to share with my readers.
Thank you, Linda, for pausing to reflect beside your childhood pond and for sharing this pond on your blog. Happy Mother’s Day weekend, friend!
So pretty.
Thank you for visiting here today. Kathy writes such lovely post!
Lovely!
Thank you.