Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Weather or Not...

Today I ventured out on snowshoes to check all the "frost-free" field hydrants, on the off chance that I might be able to gather some water. (Our cold-water hydrant in the house stopped working yesterday, so now I really CAN say that I've given up plumbing--entirely--for Lent.) All the handles lifted easily, but none produced water. I'm beginning to suspect that all the frozen nights and a few power outages somehow fried our well pump, a possibility almost too awful and expensive to imagine. We've set a little milkhouse heater in the old house cellar, next to the pressure tank, on the off chance that will help. The chickens got warmed snow (water) from the old sap-boiling pan on our woodstove. The cows will make do with the snow I shoveled into the cattle trough (hooray for the in-tank heater).

In the meantime, I'm dancing carefully on the edge of the vortex of despair. Regardless of the purpose for my little snowshoe adventure, the wind was low and the sun was bright, making for a beautiful winter day. Here are a few scenes from my little journey:

Road to Nowhere?

The Windswept Plains of Maine

From the old cellar hole: Onward and Upward!


Songbird said...

Sheesh, how are you managing? I admire you.

Mama Pea said...

Looks as though you have as much snow (maybe more?) as we do.

I love the picture of the old cellar hole. Something about it 'speaks' to me. Coming out of the dark into the light?? That's my wish for you and The Bagpiper. (And make it quick, please, MaineCelt says!)

For the first few years we lived up here, all we had for water was the old homestead hand-dug well from 1907. It would go dry twice a year: in March when the frost got down deep enough and in August when there was no more ground seepage. In March I shoveled and melted snow for us and all the livestock. In August, I went down to the Big Lake and filled container after container. Ah, yes, brings back such good memories. (Picutre my face with crossed eyes and tongue hanging out.)

Chicken Mama said...

I luvs me our salamander! This winter it's been used mostly to thaw the old plow truck enough to start (when the new plow truck was in the shop for what seemed like the 20th time)!