Wednesday, 20 June 2012

Pond Life...

We are now back at Peruville and have unpacked a car load of shopping, including two fans, two reclining patio chairs, candles, frying pans, kitchen utensils, and, of course, some chilled beers. It has been 95 degrees this afternoon...


We joined the Island Health Club in Ithaca, a fabulous gym set right beside the foot of  Cayuga Lake and, it opens at 5:30 am should we be so inclined!


After a deep afternoon siesta, we sat on the downstairs deck and looked out over the pond: a dragonfly buzzed around above the lilies as a mysterious looking black fish swirled about underneath popping up now and again to snag at some bugs.




Tomorrow we enquire about a bank account and we'll visit the health club, but long before the temperature builds.

Nicholas






A lake is a landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature. 
It is Earth's eye; looking into which 
the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. 
Thoreau

We have somehow, with love of friends and family, with focus and dedication to our dream, with strength and perseverance...arrived at this moment...arrived in this place.

When we discussed nearly two years ago what we might like to do in our first year of life in the USA, each of us came to the idea of something akin to Walden's Pond, not as primitive, not as remote or solitary...and yet, a conscious commitment to seek stillness and increase awareness were goals each of us shared.

This reflective surface is ours to gaze on in this season. In the brief moments spent enjoying its beauty on this warm and sultry afternoon, we were gifted with a chorus of birdsong, led by a red-singed blackbird, a frog belting out his raspy ribbit, the calm of the water briefly interrupted by the stealth activity of a large silvery fish, keen to sup on one of the dozens of water-skimming bugs, doing their own private dance on the surface of a mirror.

The heat was enough to encourage us back inside after only an hour or so, but this unseasonable warmth is due to leave us in a few days and when it does we shall, I know, spend hours "measuring the depth of our own natures."

Judy











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