Yoo 283 - Of Duck Ponds

I am a lover of ponds and their water fowl. It's no secret that the duck pond was my most favorite of favorite places in my small Idaho college town. I discovered that almost-hidden gem one Saturday morning on a charity run for teeth and smiling children. (it was a 5k sponsored by the local dentist's office to provide free dental care for under-privileged children). I mostly signed up for it at the plea of a (cute) FHE brother. But also because I am an advocated lover of nice teeth. (teeth are important).

That duck pond was a glorious place. I ran around it, walked to it, sat on its benches, fed its ducks with many a failed bread-baking attempts, cross-country skied over it in the winter, photographed it, explored every inch of its trails, and wrote more than one journal entry whilst nestled in the low branches of its trees.

I look back on that favorite place with only happy memories.

Except one thing.

I never had anyone "special" to share it with.

On Sunday afternoons, that duck pond was littered with happy couples, walking hand-in-hand, taking in its splendor together.

And there was Kyoo, all by her lonesome.

*tear*

Alas, there is a happy ending. I have a new duck pond here. It's a lot more crowded, sports a few more palm trees, and isn't quite as colorful and serene.

But it's my San Antonio duck pond.

(as seen from our spot in the summer)

And a great place to spend a Saturday afternoon, as the sun is fighting off storm clouds, and the breeze is blowing miniature sail boats thru the soft waves, and all shapes and sizes of people are jogging along the trails.

This duck pond fills the void quite nicely. Minus the fact that San Antonio ducks and geese are waaaaaay more aggressive than their Idaho counterparts. Like, there are "life flashing before your eyes" moments when you pull day-old Jimmy Johns bread out of your jacket and they take notice, aggressive.

But (and this is key) I have that someone to share the moments with now. You know, those moments when your "protector" shrieks louder than you, as the geese start attacking and the ducks are pecking and the pigeons are swooping in, and decides to throw chunks of bread your direction to distract the waterfowl assassins from him.

Yeah, moments like that.

Whether alone or with the Gregpoppins (tuppence a bag...), I am a lover of duck ponds.

Have a great day :-)