Last Saturday or maybe it was Sunday George my husband asked me if I wanted to take a walk by the pond which is right along the greenhouse and the old house that belonged to his grandmother. It seemed like a nice break from our routine so I thought why not. I also thought how romantic of him to think of it. He decided to bring an old pot and I soon realized that his motivation for going there was to retrieve all the golf balls he had been hitting over to the other side of the pond all winter long. I laughed and thought I'd bring my camera and enjoy the walk, anyways his cousin had mentioned that they had seen 2 otters at the far end of the pond and thought maybe we'd be lucky enough to spot them.
The pond was once a blueberry bog and dredged out for peat about 20+/- yrs ago. His uncle Ledge had cows that would graze along there from Spring to Fall up until late last year. They got to be too much work for him so he sent them up to his sons farm in upstate N.Y. I'll miss seeing them everyday especially the little calves.
Well at least the ducks are still there....
The big score. It was like an Easter hunt but with golf balls.