animal lover, gardener, knitter, and gourmet cook

pond lady

Last weekend I was doing some yard work when I saw our neighbor walking down the street with a friend and their respective dogs. We briefly exchanged pleasantries and they continued to walk down the street. Once they got a few steps away from the house, I heard the friend say the phrase “pond lady”. He was obviously talking about me because I’m the only “lady” in the neighborhood with a pond in her yard. I guess I’ve been called worse. Though it is interesting that we (Brian and I) used to call another neighbor “the crazy gardener”. What goes around comes around.