No, I don't have a book of stories swimming in the pond summer after summer. The only time I recall swimming was when my friend from England lived here for a year and she suckered me into it. If you're a regular reader of mine, you know I'm horrified of fish. The deck used to be a normal deck, not sunk into the pond. We'd walk out and feed the fish bread and had our paddle boat tied to the end.
When I was seven a pup named Oliver was brought into my life. He's in the package of going to my mom's. You can ask him for stories about swimming in the pond, he has plenty. This yard is his life. Chasing him down summer to winter and putting him back on his chain - he now finally has senior rights and can be trusted without a chain. Haha.
I didn't get any good pictures of the front yard, but one day I'll post the entire area around my mom's house. It is a beautiful place.