04/16/2026
A pond story…When we bought our home 20 years ago, we quickly noticed a marshy spot just outside the front yard—always wet, always hard to mow.
Over time, it became clear…that ground wanted to be a pond.
So we gave it what it asked for.
We dug it out to about three feet deep—safe for little kids who were always nearby—and for the next 10 years, it became our little “bait pond.” Minnows first, then frogs, snails, crawdads, and turtles all found their way in.
It turned into the kind of place childhood is made of… including one little boy’s annual tradition of gathering snails along the bank and lining them up on a homemade cedar bench for the much-anticipated “snail parade.”
Fast forward another 10 years.
That little boy is now a teenager…and the pond had slowly begun to fade. Silted in. Quiet. Less life than it once held.
It was time.
This spring, the dry conditions gave us the chance to start fresh. We drained it down, dug deep into that good clay, expanded the edges, and brought it to a new depth—nearly nine feet this time.
And then the rains came.
The first one filled it just enough…and almost instantly, the spring peepers began to sing. Like they’d been waiting.
Now, after several good rains, the pond is full again—
ready for its next chapter.
Because sometimes the land already knows what it’s meant to be…
Our job is to just listen.
💚 Lisa - Land Chick Realty
