MaineCourse

The Puddle

About a quarter of a mile from the Queijo's house you'll drive through a puddle. Mark includes that puddle when he gives out directions. It’s always there and it only varies in size. Stop at the puddle, look left and right, and you’ll see vast stretches of water on either side of the road. If you put a canoe in the water there, and paddled down stream you'd eventually get to the hundred acre pond on which his house sits. Eventually I say, because you'd have to portage that canoe around the beaver dam.


The water that creates that puddle.

Mark is a doer. He never stops and probably can’t. I could list all the things he’s accomplished recently, like the construction of his deck, but I won’t. Because it doesn’t matter. The point I’m making is that of all the building and chopping and creating he has done around his house, none of it impresses me as much as what he did near his house. He got rid of that puddle.

Excellent chronicle. But what's with the Lone Ranger -- where are the other pond committee members?

Love "a dollop of Jan"! But in the closing image, you see Jan, I see the eddy -- therein hang our tales.

Posted by busy as a beaver.

Lovely picture of a lovely puddle.I like the commentary, too.

Posted by Helen.

Posted by Michael at September 29, 2004 08:03 AM