we woke to very little water, a broken pipe in the main line
of our community well . .
i filled every vessel i could with water, including the tub
(a perk for living at the bottom of a hill)
and headed our for a walk with the dog
to see what i could find out. . . not much it seems about the water.
but fall is in the air, i can see it and feel it;
we ate warm blackberries and talked to the neighbors,
Basil scared some frogs down by the pond, and we spotted heart shaped lily pads,
so all was not lost. tonight the water is down to a trickle, and i suppose we will have
to head to the pump house with some buckets in a bit.
but i am filled with gratitude for that fresh, clean, cool well water
knowing it will be back on in a day or two . . .
appreciating those old pipes that run below our streets.