I love my pond, I really do, it is probably my favourite bit of the garden and it makes me very happy. I have written previously that I spent quite a while finding the right bench to put by the side of the pond and now that I have one there it is quite truly the finishing touch.
Yet there I sit, patiently staring into its dark depths. It is deep, over the top of the welly deep at its heart. I ponder sometimes on those ponds that people dye black to make them more reflective. I can understand why they want the reflections, they can be very dramatic and in a less deep pond then the dye stops you just seeing the bottom of the pond.
and still I sit, patiently staring into its depths and I wonder if it was dyed black what chance I would have of seeing anything? Mine is a different sort of pond, it was planned with wildlife in mind and frogspawn probably isn't welcome in a dyed pond. My pond would be bereft without the life within it.
and there I still sit, patiently almost meditatively, still starting into its depths and I wonder what I am looking for?