The once pretty pond by the pair of oak logs…

Now became home to newts and to frogs. It’s March - already! And that usually means frogspawn. When I was about 12, I persuaded my Dad (Grandad) to dig a pond in our garden. Every day, once home from school, I’d drop my bag in the hall and go straight out to my pond. I’d squat at its edge and notice…I see now, that it helped me to decompress, to feel calm, to be present. When frogspawn arrived, it was the best thing ever! And then I’d watch the tadpoles and young newts grow; honestly, when the tadpoles started to grow their legs, I considered it utterly miraculous. I can feel the glow of those times even now, 40 years later… Thanks, Dad.