by Wendell Berry
I was born in a drouth year. That summer
my mother waited in the house, enclosed
in the sun and the dry ceaseless wind,
for the men to come back in the evenings,
bringing water from a distant spring.
veins of leaves ran dry, roots shrank.
And all my life I have dreaded the return
of that year, sure that it still is
somewhere, like a dead enemys soul.
Fear of dust in my mouth is always with me,
and I am the faithful husband of the rain,
I love the water of wells and springs
and the taste of roofs in the water of cisterns.
I am a dry man whose thirst is praise
of clouds, and whose mind is something of a cup.
My sweetness is to wake in the night
after days of dry heat, hearing the rain.
After 12 years of farming on this beautiful piece of earth, our pump gave out and we’re having a new variable speed system installed. The good news is that we hit water at 80 feet and the well is 200 feet deep! A deeper appreciation of water is definitely gained…
1/2 Swaibian hall 1/4 Tamworth and 1/4 guinea hog
4 thoughts on “Water”
Congratulations! ‘Water’, how precious it is! Your farm looks great, your piggies look healthy and cute.We wish you a very good year!
Thank you! And thank you for helping us out with drinking water and laundry!!!
Great News! I have a feeling this will be your BEST farming season EVER and no more pump worries! 🙂 I love the rainbow pic too! Can’t wait to meet the piggies!