I couldn’t wait any longer. After I put the last rocks into place,
I turned on the hose and we filled the pond. I raked and mowed around
it as it filled. For a while I was worried it would overflow at
the wrong end, spilling out into the yard instead of following the
natural drainage… but it didn’t, with about an inch to spare.
It’s even better than I hoped. There are two shallow gravel beaches
that the birds love to bathe in, and it’s deep enough in the middle
that our friend’s golden retriever can dive in and swim.
We still need some sand for the beaches, and a pea-green boat for
The Owl and the Pussycat
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat:
They took some honey,
and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”
Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing!
Oh! let us be married;
too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the bong-tree grows;
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood,
With a ring at the end of his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand on the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
– Edward Lear