The little lake (or maybe, pond) we have lived on for the past ten years, has hundreds of turtles in it. All summer long, we see them out sunning themselves. We love to watch them when they perch on wayward tree limbs or other debris floating on the lake. Occasionally a duck will join them, a comical sight.

Last month, for the first time, we found several broken eggs in a bed close to the lake. They were next to holes that were a foot or more deep and about two or so inches in diameter. We had no idea when the eggs had hatched. This past week, my husband looked out the window and found a turtle busy at work. For more than an hour, she dug, flinging dirt (and the poor heuchera in the spot) everywhere, and then sat on the hole laying eggs.

We only hope we can witness the eggs hatching.