Wow, I would love to be able to tell all of you the many ways my ponds have played major roles during my life thus far, but I fear it would be better suited to a blog somewhere, rather than George's thread.
Suffice it to say that I am 45 yrs old, and I have been around my ponds in one capacity or another, for 40 of those years. I walked these same banks while I held my mother's hand as a child. Now I take my kids fishing there, or better yet, watch her take my kids fishing there. To me, my ponds are a constant. Everything around me changes, yet my water remains essentially the same. They are a connection to who I am, and where I've come from.
Every night I visit my ponds, supposedly to feed the fish, or mow the banks, or check the spillpipes. And I do all those things. But those who know me are not fooled by my pretense of work. As I maintain my water, and my fish, they also maintain me. I believe that I return to the house a better person. More relaxed, ready for another day.
Every night my ponds speak to me, and I wait all day for the chance to just sit and listen.
