Then we headed down to the pond. For the last three years, we've been slowly stocking it. When the men go fishing in the Big Pond, their catch comes here. Once or twice, we've bought stock at the Co-op when the fish man stops by.
We could see big circles in the water, and a turtle showed up to see what was going on. Annabel was convinced that a mermaid would surface.
"We catched fish and talked, and we took a swim now and then to keep off sleepiness. It was kind of solemn, drifting down the big, still river, laying on our backs
looking up at the stars. . . ."
"Heaven's net is indeed vast.
Though its meshes are wide, it misses nothing."
"That it will never come again
Is what makes life so sweet."
-- No. 1741, Emily Dickinson