In the Kettle

Behind my house is what geologists call a kettle hole. Right at the edge of the backyard there's a steep drop-off sloping down to this little bog. In the spring there's a little standing water there, enough for a roaming dog to get wet and muddy, and enough to breed lots of mosquitoes.

Many lakes are water filled kettle holes. If this kettle was a lake, I'd have lakeshore. Of course, then I wouldn't be able to afford my house, so it's just as well that there's only a mosquito breeding muddy bog down there.

Although, a boat tied to a dock at the end of the garden would look pretty cute, wouldn't it?