Have you ever seen pictures of the mud in the trenches during the Battle of Verdun? Sticky, viscous mud that sucks at your boots and steals your work gloves. Men actually drowned in that mess. That was pretty much the way the front yard looked today. The Squire and a young man from church who goes by the moniker “Jason the Mason” started at the well, and dug a little over thirty inches deep for ten feet until they finally found where the pipe had been repaired in 2007.
Which wasn’t leaking.
We have no idea where the leak is. At this point we are completely stymied.
In other news, The Squire had to remove the top from the well to locate the outlet, so they knew how deep to dig, and discovered there are a LOT of fine, hair-like tree roots in there. Isn’t that a revolting development?
We also found another spring in the front yard, bubbling up near where the walk meets the drive, at the top of the hill. Other people have springs at the bottom of their yards. Only the Rice Paddy gets them halfway up the hill. Jack and Jill went up the hill, and so, apparently, will we.
My mum often remarked that she did not want to be buried at sea. “I’ve had so many water problems in my life, that would be the ultimate insult.” I know ‘zactly how she felt!
Oh! And we have a mosquito in the house. It got up to 65°F today, and apparently that was all that critter needed. Argh! We also have ants again; the rain and warm weather have awakened them. Well, it’s supposed to go back down to the lower 40s tomorrow and snow again on Sunday.
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Your weather sounds fickle!
Unless you live in the tropics or inside the Arctic circle, just about everybody says, “If you don’t like the weather in – fill in the blank – just wait until tomorrow”. But, yes, it is fickle,