The Zen Pond

When our realtor first brought us to look at the big yellow house, he bragged about the flower gardens and in particular a small man made pond. I looked at the pond and did not see a zen meditation place but rather a mosquito breeding ground and drowning hazard.

So we did what any normal rational parents would do. We drained the pond and turned it into a huge firepit. Now, not only can we enjoy roasted marshmallows every weekend, but we also can also have a place to get rid of all the butt-ugly 1960 era panelling that has disgraced this big yellow house for too long.

It turns out the promise of marshmallows is a great motivator for the children to help carry the wood all the way from the house to the firepit.

The children love the fires.... the husband less so since it entails alot of destructive work for him, which in turn requires lots of reconstruction. LOL





One of the children asked if we could have fires every weekend. And my husband, the cynic, replied that since he is yoked to the big yellow albatross we will probably be having fires every weekend until he drops dead of exhaustion.

And without missing a beat the child screamed, "Yea!!!"