Five years ago, when Wendy and I were searching for the property in which we would build our house, the criteria we had in mind was wooded, private, several acres, & a stream. We managed all but the stream. There is something about running water that just soothes and calms. Besides, we thought it would be a wonderful experience for the boys. Out there with their pants rolled up… hunting crayfish and tadpoles.

When we went to that fancy bed and breakfast in Gettysburg, I snapped a photo of a pond they had out front. I’ve made up my mind that since I can’t have the stream, one day I will have a pond exactly like this out back by the patio. Pretty, isn’t it?