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Dig a Little Deeper

ronswell

July 21, 2017

This photo is looking down into a water well that my buddy just dug. Now, I want you to think about this; Who hand digs a well in this day and age?┬á My buddy, that’s who!

I witched the water last year. He asked me to dowse it for him last November. I have done this many times in the past. Finding the right spot took me only just a little while. He marked the spot with a flag and everything paused for winter.

Well, not exactly paused. My buddy went to work making the cement ring sections in his garage. He spent a great deal of time making each one exact. He measured the sand, gravel, concrete and water in five gallon buckets. He painstakingly mixed and poured the cement into forms. He made two rings every other day until he had enough.

He started digging about six weeks ago…with a shovel and a spud bar. A bucket on a pulley is how the dirt was excavated from the hole. As he dug down, he added a ring. One after the other, making sure each one was plumb as he went. After a while, he would add the steel ladder rungs into the rings, in places that were formed during the cement mixing phase. This project amazes me and I have watched from start to finish.

As he went deeper, he added light on a ground fault breaker. He also moved fresh air into and out of the space with an air mover. He tried to dig for half a day each day. He stopped to plant the garden, build some raised bed boxes and a few daily chores. He even gave me a day to mow hay for me as I recover from my knee replacement.

Last night he called me to say that as he was finishing up for the day, the clay in the bottom of the hole, “cracked”. He said then it cracked a little larger and started hissing. He stepped up onto the ladder rungs and water started spraying into the well. As of this morning, there was six feet of water in his newly hand dug well.

As I do what my therapist says to keep my new knee working, sometimes I hit a rough spot. The pain is temporary so I just dig a little deeper and keep pushing myself. I will say though that there is no way I can see myself hand digging a well! In case you are wondering, the depth of the well is just a few inches shy of thirty feet deep!



Three Sheets to the Wind
June 6, 2015, 9:28 pm
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Sheets hanging on the new clothesline

Sheets hanging on the new clothesline

June 6, 2015

No I haven’t been drinking, I just love the smell and feel of line dried sheets. I think it is one of the best sleep aids in the universe. I put this new clothesline up for my wife. She is excited to be able to hang my bib overalls on the line. The buckles, snaps and big zippers beat the heck out of her dryer ­čś« I guess with this one, we both win!

I have been working extra shifts and trying to keep up with the spring work on a small farm. This makes for a tired farmer and not much time left for writing. The gardens have been planted and many jobs completed. The kindling rack in the woodshed has been filled and the last of the plowing is finished. The speltz looks good. Plump seed heads have formed above the plant and are ripening nicely.

The horses are ready to skid a few more logs to the sugarhouse woodshed to be cut and split. All I need is a little time to make it happen. The hay tools will soon be gathered and made ready to go. The hay is ready to cut. We just need the dry sunny days of summer to cure and dry it. All these things will come.

Seventy-one years ago today, many young hit the beaches and┬ácountryside of western Europe. Many fine young men didn’t come home. Many were wounded, but they fought on against an evil that gripped a continent, indeed the world. I stand in awe of these men and I thank them from the bottom of my heart. Thanks to all veterans. Thanks to all┬ámen and women in uniform today who watch over us while we sleep and protect us from our enemies foreign and domestic. Raise a glass today, but don’t get three sheets to the wind!