I started this blog back in 2006 as a single woman rediscovering my own individual iunterests. It was menat to be a semi-ironic play on my strained relationship with my mother and the one thing we bonded over - the frog pond. I told the sdtory of how i could not be trusted with the frog spawn at my house and this beacme a metraphor for her regard of my abilities.
Well, mum is now in a home. Her hosue is about to be rneted. And I have been told to fill in her pond.
I know. Not a big thing at all.
Went to do this and what happens? A frog jumps out. I had a fish around but could not see any more.
Tomorrow a kind friend is going to do this for me. I cant do it myself.
So there we go.
Frogs represent so much that I love about life. This blog was meant to be about positive rebirth and the circle of life. blah blah.,
An the circle closes.
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Oh love. That is hard. I am so sorry... X
Could you not just turn it into a bog garden? A few Iris pseudocorous [bog iris] and a gunnera in lots of soggy compost that will hold about an inch or two of water?
Sometimes we are not meant to fill in ponds on our own x that frog hopped out to stop you - hope your Mum is OK and you x ps wish I had been reading your blogs as they were written as am sure I would have enjoyed !
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