(Enough of sadness, lets get back to wonder.)
Our farm pond has been sleeping through the long winter. The fish and frogs have gone down deep to sleep through the cold season, and the only movement is from the dried cattails rustling quietly in the rippling surface.
Pairs of geese have begun to arrive every day or so, checking out the environs for a good place to settle in and raise their babies. We chase them off and watch their indignant honking retreat as they look for someplace they won’t be disturbed.
Funny, but the first sign of life in the pond is algae and plant life under the surface of the water. I’d have thought that it was too cold, but perhaps the reappearance of the sun is just enough to encourage growth. I found a virtual forest of seaweed blooming on the pond floor the other day. Closer to the shore, long strings of slimy algae are beginning to form and reach out in hairy tails that wave in the currents.
A few more warm days and we’ll be hearing that welcome drone of the frogs calling to each other. Then we’ll see tadpoles in wiggling clumps along the shore and telltale beds where the bluegills lay their eggs. I love the spring renewal.