About fifteen years ago, our family travelled across the country to California. One thing we yearned to return to Maine for, was our water. To me, our water is the sweetest and coldest I've ever tasted.
This well was hand dug and was only covered with a car hood for years. My son, Caleb, built this stone top and cover when he was in high school. I love it. It doesn't have a rope and bucket, but the robins nest in its rafters each spring.
We have drilled well closer to our house, tapped into the same vein of water, but it's always a treat to open the well cover and listen to your voice echo in its cool depths.
2 comments:
Beautiful!!
Blessings, andrea
How gorgeous! When I was little we had a well, but there was a little "house" built around it and we kids were not allowed near it. How blessed to have your very own well.
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