Traditional monthly visit to the Old Pond. I love to see how this place changes throughout the year. There are few bright colours now, and the water in the pond seems to be muddy. But as always, everything here breathes peace. Ducks are busy with their spring affairs. Very little time will pass and the females will sit down to hatch the eggs so that small funny ducklings will appear in May. Nature is come to life. Even the cold weather that has covered us again can't change that.
I'm trying to walk a bit. Very careful, because the disease still reminds of itself and excessive load causes an attack of weakness. But it's a great place to recover. Water energy and coniferous energy work together. I'm slowly wandering along the paths. If I get tired, I sit in the arbour and look at the water.
