Country life is truly romantic. There is plenty of quality time to spend with one’s spouse, whispering sweet things one another…such was our weekend, as I said,
“First one to fall in the pond is a rotten egg”.
Our days have taken on a sort of rhythm here…keep the cows in the pasture and get ready for the family reunion. A lot of the family is coming for the Fourth of July and we’re getting ready, working on the half bath, grooming the croquet course and removing the scum from the pond. Yes, that is right, pond scum. We do not know what it is and we’ve never had it before but it is down right gross and needed to be removed. With a series of chains, ropes and rakes we ran them all over and under the pond to remove the algae type scum.
Slimy and green and long, I pulled it up and out onto the dry land with the occasional tiny rainbow trout caught in the mess.
…and as we repaired fences, removed pond scum and returned the shine to our pond…I thought about the ‘romance’ of the country and wondered what other people were doing this weekend…and, yes, I was the rotten egg.
I think you need a wee boat for that slimey job.
We need some wee elves to help as well!