I have previously written about Bennett's love for the pond behind our house, also known as the "pon pon". Actually he loves all ponds--from the big "pon" at the beach to the little "pon" that appears in the cul-de-sac after a good rain. Obviously, he thinks any body of water is a "pon" and enjoys throwing rocks (or seashells) in them all. As soon as Paul walks in the door from work, Bennett starts saying, "pon pon", with the biggest grin on his face, and his finger pointed towards the backyard.
It has become a ritual this week, now that the sun is peaking through the clouds and the temperature isn't frigid, to go as a family down to the pond. Paul carries his fishing rod and lures, still trying to snag a bass. Anderson has now realized the importance of wearing old clothes and shoes as he loves to catch minnows and tadpoles and play on the concrete spillway. (He slipped and fell today and slid all the way to the culverts....it hurt, I could tell, but he was impressed with his sliding.) Bennett stands in the foul-smelling, algae-filled water that reaches mid-calf, dragging a stick through the water, throwing rocks, and spitting in the water. As for me, I fish a little, feed the wild goose that will eat right out of my hand, make sure Bennett doesn't go any further into the pond, and help Anderson clear out the place where the beavers have made a dam.
It is a nice way to spend an evening as a family. With the quiet, peaceful water, the abundant wildlife, and the cheap entertainment for all, these are just some of the many reasons why I am grateful to live where we do.
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Yeah, Bennett wanted me to put him over the fence the other day to see the "pon." I wasn't brave enough to do that with him and Andrew! So, Bennett enjoyed "fishing" in the pine straw with the fishing rod. He laughed every time something would stick to the rod! How cute.
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