The pond is small but so important. Butterflies and dragonflies visit. I like to think the frogs keep the mosquitoes under control but they miss a lot. We'll add fish when it's warm, and though the pond's deep enough for fish to winter over, this winter was an exception. The saddest thing several years ago was when the goldfish grew large enough to be noticed by the raccoons who went fishing one night in a clumsy bout with the waterlilies. The fountain hasn't worked for years—would be awfully nice for the sound of water trickling. Watching the fish swimming from the second floor is an unexpected pleasure.
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