Walden has been on my mind lately…Henry David Thoreau’s Walden. I read Walden for the first time in the 80s while at art school and I’ve carried that same little paperback with me throughout my adult life.

In hand today and while walking around my beautiful spring-fed pond the following passage is brought to mind even though Thoreau is writing about his winter pond…

“I look down into the quiet parlour of the fishes, pervaded by a softened light as through a window of ground glass, with its bright sanded floor the same as in summer; there a perennial waveless serenity reigns as in the amber twilight sky, corresponding to the cool and even temperament of the inhabitants. Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.” 

This is my Walden pond….I have never seen it so full; still rising daily fed by the land and sky. It is hard to imagine today walking and exploring throughout the bottom of the pond that first fall at Lavender Hill.