We take water for granted here in North Carolina. On average, 45 inches of rain falls on our soggy lawns and lush gardens each year. Last year we got 55.
You have to live it to know what it’s like to run out of water.
During our twenty years in Colorado, we savored every drop of moisture because we could only expect 17 inches. In Belize, the dry season brought interminable longing until one day the sky would erupt and dump as much as 15 inches in a day. Over the next six months we would receive our year’s supply of 60 inches. After the glory of those first crazy storms wore off, we’d pull on our boots and wade around in the mud, making sure to catch as much water as we could afford to store. Big tanks aren’t cheap.A small frog pond placed by former owners on the south-east side of our house supplies us with optimal Feng Shui.
The pond liner had gotten lopsided over the years, causing water to spill off one side before filling. So I got out the pickax, dug up the stones and pavers, and carted them off. After a little more digging the liner settled and I seeded the surrounding garden with butterfly weed.
Bob captured water sluicing from our back porch downspout onto the hummingbird feeder using (you guessed it) a slow shutter speed.
Our well has never gone dry and we only dip into our rain barrel for household water when the power goes out and shuts down the well pump. Because rain is so consistently abundant here, our rain barrel only holds 55 gallons, a far cry from the enormous water storage tanks we had in Belize and the huge poly tank atop our roof in Ghana.
Water beads on our newly-varnished back porch steps.
North Carolina’s 37,853 miles of river read like the begets in Genesis.
The Rocky pours into the Deep which later merges with the Haw to become the Cape Fear which dumps into the Atlantic 191 meandering miles later. I wonder if I threw a twig into the water off the dam, would it ride out to sea.
When we moved to North Carolina in November of 2007, we joined Oilseed Community off the end of Bill Thomas Road about a mile’s hike through the woods and across the creek from The Plant in Pittsboro a.k.a Chatham Beverage District.
Sometimes the only way to add a bird to the list is to hop in the car and stalk it.Our marital avian list was stuck at 399 when Bob heard there were Rusty Blackbirds at Fletcher Park in Raleigh, so we drove up and bagged our 400th bird.
Each year we head to the coast for a nice getaway with one common denominator: water.
I took these in Columbia, North Carolina where we spent a few days investigating the swamp as part of our annual September getaway.
Sunset over the sound at Southern Shores.
Water: we yearn for it, thrive in it, drink it in, and take it for granted. Lucky for us, we have lived in places where water was scarce. Every time I dip water from our rain barrel to clean my garden clogs or water a dry plant, I am reminded of our good fortune. In the hierarchy of Things Not To Take For Granted, water ranks number one.