The view from my living room window & the sight that greeted me every morning upon walking out onto my deck...winters it would be a vision in white, with the waterfall continuing it's journey, albeit under a small mountain of ice.

Sir "Henry" takes up his post above the pond, he was, happily, not the greatest of fishers, but he loved to watch them swim in the clear depths below. Unfortunately this wonderful creature met his demise when a huge Barn Owl moved into our neighborhood. I still miss him, his quiet presence, unconditional love, he was a soft cloud on my lap that somehow caused any stresses to simply evaporate.

This final scene is the smaller pond, as it would appear when the underground sprinklers would pop up, and the sunshine would filter through the leaves of the huge overhead Maple tree by midday.

"The little things? The little moments? They aren't little"
John Kabat-Zinn