My home is a little house in a little suburb in a little state. We moved here in 1981. We were delighted to find that, just a few blocks away from us, there was a small pond. It was pretty overgrown at the time. Eventually, the company that owned it gave it to the town. It was dredged and a tiny pocket park was built at the north edge. In the winter, if it’s cold enough, the town plows it for skating. In the summer, one can put a canoe or kayak out on it. Lately, there have been a pair of swan that nest on the south side, sometimes raising a family of cygnets in the spring. We walk down there in the evening as often as we can. This time of year, the trees that rim it are ablaze. Paper Good Pond is one of the things that makes my home a lovely place to live.