Sooooo ... we have this little ornamental fish pond that we created ourselves and set up in true hillbilly style. It has been a nice source of entertainment and frustration over the years. Last year we counted more than 20 goldfish - not a bad population considering it began about 10 years ago with 2. There was, however, a catastrophe earlier this year, and we lost our fish friends. It has been sitting muddied and dejected so far this summer ... until yesterday. I was urged by my nephew to clean it out and try and repair a hole and bring the little oasis back to life. He did a very good job directing me from higher ground whilst i was buried shin deep in the soupy organic mix that remained. But during the back-breaking scooping of muck I was shocked by a flip-flopping scaly body. One lone fish survived the holocaust!! It was truly a joyous moment. Nephew and I did a lot of jumping and squealing and tried to show off to husband and brother-in-law. They were less impressed.
Today it is full and clear and my makeshift pump and filter (involving a standard sump pump, length of garden hose, a large flower pot and a bunch of lava rock) are sending the water cascading out and over my pile of rocks meant to simulate a waterfall. I can't wait to add some water plants and other plantings to dress it up!
To read what necessitated the rejuvenation of said water feature, read the Tilly Tale. She was a bad, bad girl.
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