There is a wonderful rose called Rosa Carolina spreading itself around one side of the pond and every few years I prune out the deadwood. It's the only rose I know that likes it feet wet, and from a single plant many years ago, it has grown and spread. While I was working yesterday two large bull frogs kept me company, salamanders or newts were swimming about and the water beetles were drawing their patterns on the pond surface. There are clouds of frogs eggs and spring growth has the trees and shrubs wearing their halos. In the rose canes hanging over the edge of the water I found a last years nest. A home with a view.