I played with several titles for this post. "dead water" nearly won the thought race.
When I returned from my Great Trek, one of the first places I visited was my pond. The natural condominium for fish, birds, and crocodiles.
I knew when I left that the vegetation would undoubtedly take over the water surface in my absence. If not the water cabbage and hyacinth, the water lilies would prevail.
They may have. But just before I arrived, the authorities with backhoes broke through the sea dunes to let the laguna flush. In the hope that if hurricane Bud dropped its predicted inches of rain, it would all rush out into the ocean.
When the dunes are breached, my inlet is high enough that almost all of the water heads out to sea in the Big Flush. And that is what happened this time.
My tranquil pond is a tangle of dying vegetation and stinking mud. While I have the opportunity, I will dig up some of the water lilies to cut down on their intrusion.
But I will simply be humoring myself that I am controlling anything. After all, the water will soon return in our rainy season. As will the vegetation. And the crocodiles.
There is one upside, though. It may only be my perception, but the number of mosquitoes seems to have dwindled.
And that is a very good thing.
When I returned from my Great Trek, one of the first places I visited was my pond. The natural condominium for fish, birds, and crocodiles.
I knew when I left that the vegetation would undoubtedly take over the water surface in my absence. If not the water cabbage and hyacinth, the water lilies would prevail.
They may have. But just before I arrived, the authorities with backhoes broke through the sea dunes to let the laguna flush. In the hope that if hurricane Bud dropped its predicted inches of rain, it would all rush out into the ocean.
When the dunes are breached, my inlet is high enough that almost all of the water heads out to sea in the Big Flush. And that is what happened this time.
My tranquil pond is a tangle of dying vegetation and stinking mud. While I have the opportunity, I will dig up some of the water lilies to cut down on their intrusion.
But I will simply be humoring myself that I am controlling anything. After all, the water will soon return in our rainy season. As will the vegetation. And the crocodiles.
There is one upside, though. It may only be my perception, but the number of mosquitoes seems to have dwindled.
And that is a very good thing.
