Reflections of Daddy's Pond

This is a picture of Dad's pond.  He built it for my Mother.  I remember hearing about the dream when we were small--Mom and Dad would talk about what they wanted to do--it was a little pond which collected water in winter, dried up in summertime.

It is so lovely.  Before he flew away to heaven, Dad loved to sit beside the pond with Mumsie. 

I miss you, Daddy.