Of streams and ponds

Heading down to the pond, we go through the field and past the cabins.

There are springs, streams, and a small pond on our property.
We like taking Zorg here to get out some of his energy.
There's a stick in the water he tries so hard to pull out, but never manages to.
He likes sticks of ALL sizes and there are plenty here for him to find.
Behind Anabelle is a stream that flows into the pond.



I love water. I love watching it flow, or fall, or sit there. It fascinates me that water comes up out of the ground enough to make a stream that fills the pond.



Just above Zorg is a soft silty section with a neat pattern in it.



Little gradual "steps" of fine sand, created by the water.



This is as far up as I went, but Anabelle and the pup went further on up.



The ground is very soggy here and there are also lots of what I like to call "damn grabby things" that I don't like walking through. I am unsure of what they are yet, but they have thorns like rose bushes. I hate them! We are planning to get rid of the ones in areas we'd like to start using. Most are a single shoot. Some are insanely long and hang over into paths. The shorter ones blend in with the dead leaves on the ground and they will stab you even through your jeans.



Below the pond, the stream continues. There's a hard to see path on the other side of the stream that Anabelle noticed and had to go investigate. I love what a little explorer she is. Just like I was when I was her age! That fallen tree goes over the stream. There's an established path where I am standing. It used to be an old logging road. It curves around to Indian Rock and beyond. Which I will share about later!



This is how we get Zorg to come with us back up to the house. Any size stick will do!





There is currently only one pond, but Anabelle is certain we should create another one. We'll see. ;)