Even in the cold, dreary wetness of winter,
Down by the leaf-choked pond
The Summer House awaits the watching eye,
The listening ear, the writing pen.
Gently, a breeze through the Japanese chimes
Calls me to attention;
‘Listen! Springtime approaches!
Clear pond! paint shed! summon friends!’
Oh, YES!
Posted by: Jamie | 02/18/2012 at 02:37 PM
Love the summer house, and right near the pond. I would think you could sit back and watch the wildlife in there unobserved.
Posted by: laveta segura | 03/02/2012 at 08:15 PM