to be fed. Before the summer was over, there had been yet another spawning producing a second batch of gold fish. What in the world was I going to do with so many goldfish?
The new addition to my garden pond, overwintered indoors in several borrowed aquariums. Due to their volume and small size, we weren't able to retrieve them all from the pond as they were experts at hiding under rocks, but we did get the majority of gold fish. They changed color at an alarming rate while indoors and by spring of this year they were all varying shades of orange, healthy and at full aquarium size. They all survived over wintering, and looked dazzling in the pond, a blanket of shades of orange intermingled with the green of the pond foliage, a divine sight to behold.
As a young child, I recall vividly, one of the most exciting trips I took. It was to my uncle's home in the country. I was mesmerized by the natural backyard brook that flowed into a large irregular pond, that housed what appeared to be an endless supply of fish, camouflaged in the dark greenish color of the water. Along with my cousins we would use nets to catch some of the fish which my aunt prepared for dinner that evening. As I gaze upon the vibrant hued gold fish of varying sizes, in my home made pond, I often reflect on that humid summer day in the country which was, I believe, the start of my love for marine life, garden ponds, aquariums and goldfish.
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