|the Edgewood Ledger/Loon Star Gazette
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|The beautifully terrible winter, which came early here this year and stayed late, has been slow but steady going, so we have had cool days, regualr rains and long drawn out blooms, Hhere in late May the lilacs are blooming with the wysteria befoe the daffodilas are half gone, and the air wis so heavy with floral sent thaat if you yield to it as you walk down through Cascacilla Parrk along the gorge trail, if you yeld to the imulse and lkie down in the myrtyl and lilly o the valley under the honeysuckle, you will never get up. It happens to six or eight people every year.|
|It started with ice which was soon caked with a plastic snow which hung under the eves|
|The weight of ice and snow broke many pine tops which had become overgrown in recent summers of too much sun.|
| Dragged down point first by the weight of ice, the top of one pine went point first through the bottom of our garden pond, more or less like a trident. By the time I looked into it that day, the pond was just a hole, pumped dry through a disrupted hose. Good by eight or ten living generations of fat-head minnows, good by the the sun fish which Tarka, at my request, caught on a fly from among the small fry in the Loon Island Boat house at least six years ago, good by for now, the new frogs who had come to sing in the city.
I have at least dragged the big branches away, but I know enough about medicine that I will not wrench the still embeded points from the pond until I can actually operate on it.
It has been extremely cold since then.
Maybe I could gather up some frozen fish and frogs and put them in the freeezer until we get this thing back to life.
I remember as a kid removing bullheads from the fridge the morning after they had been caught, taking them down to the boat house to clean, and having one slip into the water and swim away.
The oldest of the iced fish in my pond is a pumpkinseed sunfish older than Deerdra our dog.
|Yeah, last winter was tough, and though I managed to locate and seal all seven holes in the pond liner, we lost all the fish and critters, except one singing frog, and this winter will be surely be tougher, mainly because, after a beautiful start, a wonderful reception, and a lovely time with our guests, we are selling the house. For a full year, we may have been the finest choice at any price (our prices are too low) for anywone visiting Cornell and Ithaca, but we don't have the kind of outside resources to support the place until we have had time to double our customers and raise our prices.
No regrets. The website remains, and so do we, along with our gallery, Natural Bone Builders, the Water GardenThe Winged Chair, and our interior decorating and our Natural Bone Slate, Bridge, lantern, and water garden building services. Bridge House, Bed and Breakfast, also, is forever, however fictional, and we will move our center only slightly, to the Finger Links Magazine pages.
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