and there they were. No perfume, no matter how fragrant, could substitute a

for the aroma that came from the Mayflowers on our kitchen table that evening.

When the children became tired of fishing, they went exploring to see what they could find. They immediately had the challenge of trying to catch a slimy frog, who kept jumping out of their reach. A toad could be seen in the distance, but the children were reluctant to touch the toad. It reminded them of the old wives tale, “If you touch a toad, you will get warts”.

As the sun began to fade into the west, and we were invaded by mosquitoes, we picked up our belongings and started for home. Unfortunately, I had no fish to carry, for I never even had a bite.

Memories of this little brook'still exist today, as the water ripples and flows. Now a new generation is unfolding, and who knows, they might hook up with a four pounder someday. The little brook hidden behind the Lily Pond might perform a miracle in years to come.

Dianne & Gary

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