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AMY SMITH LINTON

The Would-Be Farm: Water

4/12/2016

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At the heart of it, a plant has a few simple needs: some sun, some nutrition, a little water. Provide these and a tiny speck of a seed can magic itself into a murderous thistle plant, a red-petaled poppy flower, a curly head of parsley, a sycamore tree.
Thistle
The Would-Be Farm?  Well, the soil could be richer and tastier for a hungry plant –– more stew than thin broth –– but it has been successfully nourishing a vibrant variety of flora for centuries. We're working on enriching it, but it's a slow process.  I can't argue the sun into shining more (or less) than it will (or won't), but the long Northern days of June suffice for the crops I hope to grow.  

​The one immediately"manageable" factor is water. ​
The Farm has water. A beaver pond, a couple of separate streams that stay wet throughout the summer. But So far, Timmy can't fall into the well at the Farm because there isn't one. 

Sadly, given how widely placed the plantings are, I don't know when or where to sink a well.  

At present, we scoop water from the various streams, ponds, puddles, or the old cistern and tote it by hand and Kawasaki mule to where it's needed. In the height of dry summer, we carry a 55-gallon drum of water in the back of the truck from tree to thirsty tree. 
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When we aren't in residence, we just hope that the plants will tap into their inner Nietzche and embrace that which does not kill them, for it will make them stronger.
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It's not ideal. I'd like to have at least one well. And a hand-pump. Maybe next year.
Would-Be Farm, rainbarrel
A short drive away, my sister has the same spring water as the local bottling plant, cold and delicious straight from the faucet –– I'd be greedy to hope for water like that, but simply potable water would be great. Knock wood not sulfur-water. 

My favorite skipper set up a small water catchment system at Base Camp.  He put a gutter along the length of the roof, with a downspout leading into a connected pair of food-quality plastic barrels.

​Aside from the lingering vinegary scent of peperoncino, an afternoon's drizzle turns into something like 100 gallons of plant-pleasing f
isherman's daughter. It's not a lot, but the asparagus appreciate it. And while it's not drinking water for us straight from the bucket, rain-water is very nice for washing up. The application of ten minutes of boiling makes it safe enough to drink, though it's pretty small beer compared with my sister's spring water. 
Given the weather, the rain-barrels are good for most of three seasons, anyhow. Winterizing this portable system is easy: disconnect the downspout (windage! -30° temps!), remove the hoses, empty the barrels, open the spigots (water freezes and expands with destructive predictability), and put the barrels under cover. 

But that's a job for next fall. April showers are in full gush, and there's a spring clean on at Base Camp. Apparently, the mice have been having a rave. Every cupboard seems to have been used as a most rodential flop-house. Mousey love nests. Grrrr.  The plants are fully hydrated; this week's cache of water must go to the annual boiling of the cooking utensils.
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Greg
4/12/2016 10:51:03 pm

Water is king. there have been good, well good to me Sci Fi movies made about it. I've put in a few wells in this sandy soil with a water pump. If there is rock around you may need to drive one in. a slide hammer driver may work. Or tap the beaver pond or a small dam with a pipe leading from the highest creek. If you want drinking water you have to dig. Y'all are having too much fun.

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Amy
4/14/2016 03:57:45 pm

Are you referring to the David-Lynch directed Dune? What a splendid fat mess that movie was -- with some real stinkery lines of dialogue ("I am...the housekeeper" and the oft-repeated "Could I be..the one??")

We ARE having too much fun. Thank you for the suggestions. I am dreaming about making a couple of small retention ponds deep enough to keep the water cool enough for fish, but it's quite a big deal to do that kind of earth-moving.

Sadly, the beaver pond, which has lots of water, is surely teaming with giardiasis and it's a bit over hill and dale from the apples. The two really reliable crops at the Would-Be Farm seem to be porcupines and granite. Oh, and burdock.

There will be modern drilling one of these days. But not this time. Just got another bundle of hazelnuts to plant today! So excited!

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