The day was completely fish-related. The high winds had blown the water from the fountain and the level in the pond had dropped. My first jobs of the day were
Tag: fish
The little fish who swamThe little fish who swam
There has been a sick fish in my son’s pond for months now. At one point, there were two of them, floating belly up, side by side, and sporting ugly
Unbalanced scales…Unbalanced scales…
“…so, we’ve being doing this for a while…” “Twelve thousand, four hundred and ten days to be exact.” “…and I still don’t really know.” “Know what?” “What flowers you would
The uncertainty of fish; random questions on the nature of existence…The uncertainty of fish; random questions on the nature of existence…
“Fish simply do not exist.” My son, well used to the odd phrases that make it past my internal censors, merely grunts; his expression that of a man very well
Flying highFlying high
There was a heron in the garden when I arrived at my son’s home a little before eight o’clock. It stood on the deck, almost as tall as me, and
The tale of a fishThe tale of a fish
I’ve inherited an aquarium, for the second time. The first time it was a gift when a friend’s husband passed away…she needed to re-home the fish and, knowing my younger