When you move into a new home, you inherit all kinds of bits and bobs. Loose fittings, a wobbly tile or squeaky hinge…
When we moved into our new house a few weeks ago, we inherited all these things.
And a pond. With actual fish in it.
We have developed rather a fondness for our newly inherited fish family. Every morning we head out into the garden to feed them, and they are already expecting us, heads bobbing at the surface of the water, mouths open wide… I had no idea that fish could fall into a routine like this – it’s quite amazing actually.
There is something about feeding fish that is unexpectedly meditative… it’s calming, relaxing and almost hypnotic…
I have a little chat to them, pick the leaves out of the pond, and spend a few minutes in the garden (a garden!) breathing in the morning air before I start my work for the day.
And if you want to hear my favourite ‘feeding the fish’ song, here it is. Sung by the wonderful Louis Armstrong and Bing Crosby.
I have this track on an old single 10″ record, which means I keep having to turn it over… but I don’t mind.
The fish and I could listen to this all day long.
Photos: Life of Yablon