Our gardening water comes from our holding tank, a 12,000 gallon above-ground swimming pool at the top of our property. It was here when we moved in. We don’t swim in it. We collect rainwater in winter. Frogs and small fish have made it their home.
We augment in summer pouring judicious supplements from the well, turned on at night when the system has no other demands. A hefty farm pump next to the swimming pool delivers the water downhill in the daytime to drip hoses and low-volume sprinklers.
Water is wealth
Finally, our well pump is pulled into view, slim and shining, still looking new after all those years. I’m adding up replacement costs in my head — ca-ching, ca-ching — when I realize all water is free — every bit of it, an incredibly generous gift from our blue planet. It’s getting it from place to place that costs.
The conservation connection has never been clearer to me than it has in the last three days without water — it took Roger that long to get here. All value of real estate, either in town or country, depends on water. You can have the fanciest Mc-house around with a big spread of barns and animals — we don’t, but you could — and it’s worth zero without a good source of water.
You think home prices have dropped in the last year? Your value plummets to nothing, the day your tap runs dry. Conservation gets personal. No matter how much it costs you in a monthly bill, water’s true worth is beyond rubies and pearls.
Now Roger is grinning. All is well with the well. Our pipes are fine, our electrical wiring is up to code. we still have water in the ground. With each pronouncement, I take a personal pride, as if someone had told me, you have great teeth.