Water

This week’s theme pick by Tom was difficult to wrap my head ’round, pleasantly.  I have lots of bottled up whining about water, the stuff falling from the sky saturating and sitting on top of my land and the stuff coming from the faucets for the last year. 

You know all about the stuff from the sky right?  It would be enough for me to say, “Yes, the Trans-continental ditch is working but there is still water sitting on the empty ends of my potato beds,” you would understand.

But the stuff from the faucet?  Let’s just say that my hair and pillow cases are turning an interesting shade of orange and I don’t do any beauty treatments to it.  My glassware is also an interesting orange tint, sorta like depression glass but not the right color.  This is a new one for us.  For twenty-five years of living here we had the best water ever tasted.  Now?  Uck! If you drink a glass you could find your self clanking as you walk.

So you can well imagine the theme water didn’t get an immediate jump for joy from me.  But I swallowed my irritations (easy to do when I know that I can unload on you Dear Reader) and tried to look at water another way.

The garden is where I’ve been mostly lately, so garden water it is, strawberry leaves with the morning dew still on them.