111 - The frog...

A sunny day.

I clean the pond and tidy around, planting out some of my nasturtium seedlings by the edges of the clear water.

For once I can see the fish. I watch them swimming around, diving down, surfacing to suck the warming air.

What a small world theirs, a few gallons of water, a plant or two, a fountain and a feed. A lifetime going around and around, endlessly passing the same passing points, only the colour of the sky overhead and the temperature of the water to add any variety at all.

Small fish in a small pond. The story of my life.

And then I see the frog.