Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

I’ve written a fair bit about my son’s pond, from the drama with the worm-full pump to the marauding heron and especially Simon, the bubble blowing ghost koi with whom I have a bit of a thing going on. I have shared the tales of Bent-Tail the golden orfe, of Fat Fish and the sad story of Round Fish. Mainly I share the odd insights I get when I am watching the shifting ripples play with the sunlight and reflections on the water. Watching the pond is a good place to be for the mind to swim away on its own accord and I watch daily.

This time, however, my attention was caught by something just beneath the surface. About the size of a splinter; probably, I thought, the mosquitos had been breeding. There is a rail around the pond, which is sunk over a foot below the deck, so…