The drought has been with us for quite a while, and the pond has been dry much longer that it has been in my memory. I took a walk down on the bed this afternoon. The deep, deep cracks have even begun to weather down a little in places. Even the plants that have grown up around the last remnant of the spring are curled up.
One interesting thing was the relics from previous years that were resting on top of the dried mud. Someone, probably my son, has lost a number of golf-balls over the years. And I think that’s the core of a baseball. There was also an old boot, and a broken fishing float, but I didn’t feel like recovering those.
I suspect that there are many more interesting things down in the mud, if I cared to dig them up. I know I’ve lost a few lures over the years.
What I ought to do is build a dock while the water is gone, but I probably won’t get around to it. I’d love to rent a mini-dozer and move some of those decades of mud to the upper pasture that has zero topsoil over the limestone. I probably won’t get around to that either.
The rains will come. I’m confident.