Where did the time go? Well, some of it went to walking in the woods.
I’m not sure whether it’s even safe to post something like this, as it might bring down the wrath of the gods. But…
This is our well. The one that works. The one that feeds the house stopped working seven years ago; this one feeds the garden standpipes. It’s the only thing standing between us and everything-in-the-yard-and-garden-will-die.
On Thursday when I came back from The City and went out to water the garden, it wasn’t working. This was… depressing. Everyone’s wells are going dry here, so we figured that was true of ours too—and that would be the end of the garden. We can manually collect grey water when we have a shower, but there’s only so far that can go.
But luckily the weather changed over the weekend and there was enough rain to keep things going. And today the guys came to take the cap off and dig up the outlet and see what was up. And lo and behold, it was just that a hose had come unattached (red arrow) at the well head.
So it’s a relatively easy and cheap fix.
And what’s even better? When we looked into the pipe, there was water in it. Up to about a foot below ground level. As the well is supposed to be 400 feet deep, that’s actually a lot of water, and a very good sign as to the health of that well. Phew. *wipes brow*
Well, yes, actually, this is the trail.
And so is this. Winter hiking is when you find the weak points in your Goretex footwear liners.
Bonus photo: ah, the soothing quiet of the forest… but hark, what is that sound? Ah yes. The mobile mulcher eating another stick.
The pond pump is going full bore these days, with the pond level up because of recent rain, producing bubbles I just couldn’t resist.
The days. And my photography.
This is an accidental shot; I’ve been playing with the macro, but really need to use a tripod when photographing on dim days—handheld tends to be shaky and doesn’t make focusing any too easy, either. But these problems are producing some accidental results that I quite like, and this is one of them.
Our pond has a pump buried somewhere in the depths, hooked up in complicated ways to pipes leading to rocks leading—well, the end result is water tumbles down a wee artificial stream filled with rocks back into the pond. It produces quite photogenic results.
But partly it’s been because I’ve been away for a few days… here.
Long Beach, Vancouver Island. One of the prettiest places on earth. I’ll post more pictures over the next few days.
Two versions of the same image, one cropped more extremely, because I couldn’t decide which I liked better. I like the overall effect and compositional balance of the first one, but it didn’t show the details in the water drop as well.
I tried to crop these three photos to squares, but they insisted on remaining in a vertical format. Pictures can be stubborn that way. Continue reading “Leaves making ripples in the stream”
We have a pump in our pond that recirculates water from the deepest point up to a little “waterfall” feature that lets in run down over rocks in a channel to the pond again. Sometimes the turbulence throws up bubbles, and they float enigmatically on the surface, suggesting that any number of interesting things might be happening Down Below.