A few years ago I stood looking at the ruins on our lower property. The land had been left to grow into a wild tumble of weeds that partially covered an old foundation, the only remains of a house that had burned years before.
Every year I told myself, “You have to do something with that mess.” And every year passed while I cared for family and went to work and did everything except tackle the weed-choked land.
You can probably see from this old photo why I didn’t plunge in. This was not a small project, and what you’re seeing is only one corner, the corner where I finally put my small pond.
So take a trip back to that same corner a few years later. It’s much nicer now.
After my trip down to the pond this morning I thought, “Poetry! Why not?” So here’s my water lily inspired poem for Monday. Want to try your hand at a bit of poetry to start your writer, reader week?
Open faced and sun-kissed
Buoyed by water’s hand
Quiet beauty waits.