Well, it rained last night, a gentle rain for hours. The pond has a little water in it again, but I am dismayed to see that now grass is growing where the bottom of the pond was. The frogs are ever hopeful, and some jumped as I walked down to see if it had retained any water. It was never a proper pond, you see... but a hole dug out to make a pad to put a barn, still yet to be built, on. At it's deepest it was four feet, but that has silted in, and the "dam" was simply dirt pushed up into a hill. It has become torn up by the ducks and geese, though, over the last two years, and little animals tunneling in it. This spring we realized it was seeping through into the pasture below it, and by the end of summer's heat, the water had gone.