Each spring, usually after a good rain, we have some minor flooding due to the increase of water coming into the pond. It's a grand time, when the stream of water trickling into the pond is less a steam and more a river. We're not exactly sure where this water comes from, but sometimes the "spring rush," as we like to call it, coincides with the city opening up the dam on a nearby lake. Our western neighbor talks of his ponds being spring-fed, so perhaps part of ours is, too.
Flooding in the goats' lower pasture:
The first year we lived here, the flooding was not-so-minor, and we had ducks swimming in our driveway!
Pretty pond scum:
Last year, I caught a fish in this area using just my hands. The raging water had swept it up over the bank and in-between some rocks.
Typically, our neighbor to the east has a small, shallow pond from our overflow. Here you can see most of his field is covered with water today.
I love this time of year, when it feels like we're being given a clean slate. And you wouldn't believe just how fresh and clean and new everything smells! Ah, Spring!