2005
December
Corey came to visit, and so did Anna. Corey put up another
retaining wall - by the garage, where we park the cars. Anna draws on the
porch, and feeds the neighbor's horses bits of green grass. We gather in
the kitchen making tall talk, and small talk.

Of course the water was leaking out of the pond at an
unacceptable rate, insidious stuff that it is.
It was determined
that the majority of the seepage out was occurring at the waterfalls.
Each in turn was reworked, vinyl added, rocks moved about.
The major leaks are gone.
Elfin Thyme was planted at the perimeter of the two lower ponds, the start of
the landscaping.
The touch
of green went a big way to helping finish the project.
A view of the "stream" between the upper pond and the lower pond.

November
The bog pond had the vinyl trimmed and covered with stone.

The new pump was purchased. The waterfalls are flowing.
The ponds have names so we know which one we are talking about.

These pictures shows the waterfall from the bog pond to the lower pond. If
you look closely you can see that the lower pond is where the pump is, and that
there is a black hose which carries the water from the lowest pond to the bog
pond. Scott and Stephen are surveying their work.
This is the waterfall from the bog pond to the upper pond.

The water fall between the upper and lower ponds.
This is fed by the very short stream from the upper pond to the lower pond.
The stream is still in need of a few more rocks to create ripples, and of course
a picture so you can see what it really looks like.
All three falls in action

October
Halloween saw many a parent, ghost, goblin, cowboy, batman, and
some renaissance girls visiting.


15 & 16 The third weekend of October saw vinyl and
water in the
topmost bog pond.
This pond will serve as a biological filter.
Now that the vinyl and water are in place - the earth moving
process continues. The area between the two ponds has a retaining wall to help
keep the dirt out of the lower pond.

Stephen's cousin, Kip helped out in a major way to backfill
behind the retaining wall.

Now it awaits "rain" to help settle the dirt, and the final placement of the
capping stones.
In July, I flew home to visit Mom and Dad. My Dad was 79
on the 10th of October. My Dad has dementia, and hardly remembers my name.
My Dad was an electrician. He worked mostly on new construction sites, was
a union member, and union supporter. At the end of his career he worked at
Rocky Mountain Flats, a nuclear weapons research facility in Colorado. He
was a foreman on the site, and worked in hot areas. He had honor and
treated his men with respect. By the same token, he expected the same from
them. When I was little, I watched him work on the cars, turn wood on his
lathe in the basement, solder wire on the kitchen table. He was a Mason,
and when he asked me if I wanted to join Job's Daughters the vision in my mind
was of teenage girls working on electrical projects at a long table, soldering
wires together into whatever craft project the leaders had in mind. Boy
was I disappointed when I found out Job's Daughters was mostly a social
organization, and soldering wires was the least likely activity that would ever
happen. This July, I was going through his tool box, and found a portable
band saw. Needless to say I asked him if I could have it, and shipped it
home before I left Colorado. Today, I was able to use this tool. I
used it to cut up an old hydraulic lift, that was found on this piece of
property 28 years ago when we moved here. What deja vu, seeing my gloved
hands using a tool I had been given by my father.
It almost brought tears to my eyes, this passing on of a legacy.
In my artist statement I give credit to my Mom and my Grandmother, my maternal
side for my artistic tendencies and needs. But there is a side of myself
that is from my father. A tool using side. A measuring and making
side. A side that I am continually amazed by.
8 & 9 Finally and at last - visible progress on the pond
project! In September we finally found the vinyl we wanted to line
the ponds with. The first weekend in October Stephen leveled
the concrete blocks prior to the installation of the vinyl. This, the second
weekend - major progress:
Saturday Morning saw the lower pond lined with felt!
Sunday morning saw the lower pond filled almost to the top
and
Sunday night found the upper pond almost filled to the top
Now, remains all the finish work. The finishing of the top most bog pond,
including fitting with pipes and gravel for the biological filter. Lining
the top edges with Honey and Silver Slate. That will entail lots of
cutting and fitting. Moving more dirt for the final leveling of the ground
surrounding the ponds. Installing a small creek between the two lower
ponds. Fine tuning all the waterfalls so the pump in the lowest pond will
be able to recirculate the water, and the waterfalls will look nice.
Getting the pump! Landscaping, moving the fish, finding the perfect bench
to sit on to enjoy the newly created space ...... the list goes on.
Of course, Saturday we also had the first destructive raccoon
visit to our porch ponds. It took my 3 favorite koi and the albino
catfish. There is nothing we can do for these fish. But, for the rest,
we covered the old ponds with a wire screen, until such time as the new ponds
are really ready to be their new home. I think we made these new ponds deep
enough that raccoons will not be able to take fish out of them. But once
burned ...... we are also going to be installing some sort of motion
detector raccoon deterrent system too.
July
Anna came down for a visit. She found Grandpa's shirt, hat
and shoes.
This spring the frog pond in the garden had a different type of
eggs in it. They were ropes of eggs instead of little masses. This
summer found the garden hopping with baby toads.
Anna of course is an expert toad finder and catcher.

The problem with having animals is that you generally live
longer then they do. Most of my animals come into my life as babies, cute
- soft - adorable. They grow, they develop personalities, they give
pleasure and laughter with their antics.
As time moves on they grow old.
It is always a sorrowful day, when I am with them and I realize their time with
me is drawing to a close. I hate that day. I hate having to watch
them grow old.
It is with a great deal of sorrow that I feed the "hay burners" today.
Yesterday I had to put down Chenille.
She was 14, which is old for a sheep. Interestingly enough, she is
the only sheep to be born and die here. The others were either bought as
lambs, or if born here sold as lambs. She truly was a pet, being bottle
raised, she loved to have her ears scratched, and was the first in line to eat
grain out of your hand.
I will miss her speckled face.
April
Spring time finds the local frogs in full chorus.
Sometimes you want to go out and shout "Quiet!" as they are so loud you can
hardly carry on a normal conversation. However this does not stop Susan
from encouraging their presence. In the garden is a section set aside as
"Frog Habitat". This area includes three old bath tubs, and one new frog
pond. Susan's long term goal is to get permanent plants and paths, and
fewer weeds. Time will tell.
In the mean time photos of the "frog ponds and tadpoles"

3 old bath tubs Modern pond
Modern pond tadpoles & mud
tadpoles & algae
May
These chain kids are the collaboration of Chris & Corey. Corey did the
original design. Chris is perfecting his welding. They are welded
chain. These boys and girls are held upright by a metal rod driven into
the ground.
March
Inside cats and Outside cats. The three boys who live
outside are encouraged to come into the garage at night for food and safety from
cat fights with any local tom cats roaming about. Long Shot is at the top
left. He was a golf course kitten who was too cute to leave at the club
house. In the middle is Knick, and at the front his brother Knack.
Named for "Knick Knack Paddywack"... this old man came rolling home.

February
Last fall Will, Nathan, Kaylie, and Anna helped plant Daffodil bulbs. They
are up
and blooming, adding their bright yellow cheer to walks up the
driveway.

January
Slow
progress is being made on the new koi pond. Knick is out surveying his
domain on a moist, damp day.