Fish Could Live Here

A somewhat crazy storm passed through today--it was a windy 50° (which, of course, felt more like 80° since we're used to 20°) and pouring rain--and left us with a brand new pond, right in our very own backyard! The kids were beside themselves with excitement when they got home from school, and ran right out to see it. I followed (with the baby and an umbrella to keep my camera dry), to witness their joy and to take some pictures.


"Mom!" cried Jaz, "fish could live here!"

"Well . . . maybe tiny fish," corrected Zeben.


Zeben was not his usual puddle-jumping self. He was worried about slipping on the ice and getting his pants wet (and, I think, about the fish). Jaz clearly did not suffer from the same anxiety.


There was some discussion about whether or not the chickens would attempt to cross the "pond" on their own, and Jaz began a bit of a shuttle service, carrying the hens back and forth across the water. I think the girls were just happy to be getting some attention since they've been so neglected affection-wise during these coldest of cold days.


What a special treat to get a glimpse of Spring in the depths of Winter. So many reminders of things to look forward to (not that we aren't still enjoying snow . . . more snow would be lovely, in fact). I admit I'd forgotten about what it's like when the kids can be so very happily entertained outside with just a bit of nature to play with.


Wouldn't it be fabulous if it gets super cold again before the yard has a chance to drain and we end up with our very own skating rink? Because, as lovely as this taste of Spring has been, we're not ready for Winter to be over, yet.