Let the water flow – movingforwardslowly

Tiered moss-covered stone fountain in a garden pond with koi fish and water lilies. — A moss-covered stone fountain overflows into a peaceful koi pond surrounded by lush garden greenery.

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This is not my garden nor is it my pond. However, I titled this post Let the Water Flow because this week, with a great deal of help from my husband, I finally drained our garden pond and cleaned it all out. The fountain is now flowing and the birds are rejoicing. In the past I posted about The Gift of Procrastination, and now I can attest to the fact that there is a downside to it. At first I told my husband that we are getting too old for this, and now, after going to a garden center looking for some special tubing to attach to my pump and then connect it to the fountain bowl, I found my inspiration to keep going. The older lady that helped me looked about my age or a little older. She told me she was in her mid-seventies. She had already unloaded two truckloads of plants before I arrived at the center. I can only pray that I can do the same when I reach her age. My husband is her age.

I told the lady, Michelle, that I was doing it for the birds. It is still too early to put in any water hyacinth or water lettuce. I will try to post a picture of some sparrows enjoying our pond in its early days.

I am not using this fountain sprayer anymore because the water evaporates really quickly in the summer. I am using a gusher with maximum flow so it spills over the edge back into the pond.

While working to clear debris from my garden this week I uncovered a little bird seed holder that I had somewhat forgotten. It has these words ( “His eye is on the sparrow and I know he watches me”) engraved in the bowl. I looked up these words and they are attributed to Civilla Martin in 1905. There is a sacred hymn written with these words. I will not go into the whole story, though it is an interesting story about how she gained her inspiration for this hymn.

I hope to continue letting the water flow and get back into the routine of garden maintenance. This is where I find the greatest peace.