actual well at the side of house. I remember my father telling me once it was 32’ deep, which seemed very impressive, and it was fed by a spring. Now our well never went dry but in the hot, dry summers we did have to exercise caution not to do too many loads of laundry in one day or wash the car or anything else too major that required water because it was a very real possibility the well would run dry. In fact, one of our neighbors had that happen and it was a near catastrophe, requiring a new well to be dug on their farm as I recall.
possibility of falling in and drowning of course, which utterly terrified me as a child, although there’s no way I ever could have shifted the enormous stone cap covering the shaft. Nor was I ever tempted!
the lake do wonders to reduce my tension, lower my heart rate and clear the air for me to move forward. I probably ought to do it every day as a regular thing but I don’t. I save it for when I really need it!
quite a commute from home to work and that was my time for working out plot ideas and issues with stories and characters…
Go play with my toddler grandson…
activity triggered me in the first place, but wait confidently for the next day, after the overnight cleaning and refilling process my mind faithfully
|Author’s own photo – the house in the country with the well|
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