Alright already with the hot!Our well, traditionally a fantastic water producer for our area, is straining under the responsiblity of my big garden and new flower beds. Not to mention the new trees: apple, cherry, pear, dogwood, fig, plum and more.
Last night I had the yummiest zucchini-tomato scramble ever. A little olive oil, a little garlic and onion (my own garlic and onions!) and then of course the fresh veggies from the garden into the pan for just a minute. As soon as the tomatoes popped it was dinner time. And everything except the olive oil was from our little farm. I love when that happens. You could call it Eating Local, Extreme Version.
Oh, and we had a little garnish of fresh basil from the herb bed on top of that.
Wish you could have been here.
Except the washing up was problematic, because the well.... Well. How do I put this?
I envy all my city farmchick friends who turn on the water and worry only for their utility bill.
But this morning my handsome and resourceful engineer-all-the-time husband found a likely contributor to our water crisis: A LEAK. It's underground. Right under the spot where everything stays inexplicably green. He dug for a minute and VOILA, water. Lots and lots of water.
Except now there's none because he had to leave for the weekend and we turned off the water supply at the well. And this leaves me with no recourse except to consider going to the garage sales.
After all, without water I can't garden. Or do laundry or dishes. (Let's not think about the bathing, mm-kay?)
Garage sales it is. It couldn't be helped. If he asks.
3 comments:
Fixing the water line is a pain in the neck, but it's always better (and cheaper) than fixing the septic system. Glad it was the water line. As Erma Bombeck wrote "the grass is always greener over the septic tank."
First time here...what a fun blog!
sandy toe
Yikes! What is a farmchickie to do?
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