My pond seems to mirror my life in many ways.
I had big issues with the pond for the last three years. I worked hard on the issues and got it clean, trying this and that and finally succeeding in cleaning the muck and sludge out of it. There were times when I wondered if I would succeed. I did.
It has had good years and bad years, good moments, and bad moments, more good than bad.
Periodically, despite its overall success, it kind of falls apart and needs to have some repairs and extra attention.
I have had to figure out different ways to get it from one year to the next and I am never really completely happy with the choices I make and thus keep changing them. This year to get it through the winter I am trying yet another way to keep the leaves from falling into it and fouling the water. It is kind of like life, as we are always trying to find the best way to do something, to get by, to move beyond.
I keep getting my hands in the questionable water of the pond. Monday found me cutting down its water irises to prepare for my latest anti-leaf covering. While doing so I removed errant leaves threatening to make changes to my fine work. That is decidedly a lot like how I deal with life.
The fish are larger, vibrant, gold, and reminders as to why I go through all the trouble. They are slowing down a bit and I no longer feed them, they need to get to winter with no food in their bellies. Once it is cold and they are quietly on the bottom of the pond, they cannot have food that might rot within them as their bodies have slowed down. I am older, but sometimes I feel so much better.
I feel really good about my pond and my life, and despite the ups and downs that occur here and there, I feel very successful in so many ways. La vie est bonne.