The former owners of our house, a sweet elderly couple, had told us there was once a small pond there, filled in years ago. Yet it was difficult to believe. For in the small, triangular area in our yard where they had pointed, the tangle of yuccas, irises, peonies, lilies, and weeds of all varieties made it impossible to see where a pool once existed.
However, after my wife and father-in-law cleared the area of the weeds and yuccas last fall, and pruned back the flowers, an oval outline of flat stones appeared. Roughly six-by-nine feet in width, it looked like the border of a pool. A little digging on the edges revealed the slope of what looked like a concrete liner. After a winter of discussing it with my wife, with my ever-eager youngest daughter urging us on, we decided to see if we could open it up and even put some fish in it.
Over several weeks early this spring, catching an hour or two here and there between work, sporting events, and rain, Celia and I dug and mucked. There was indeed a concrete liner to the pool that went down a couple of feet deep in the center. The gooey, bog-like material, […]