We aren’t getting any rain here and the municipal water supply is being rationed. Yesterday morning our 3,000 liter reserve tank ran dry. What do you do when that happens? You carry water.
The spring is about a 15-minute walk from the house. Max and Elly like to go along; this morning they chased the chickens and explored the forest. Tonight they each carried their own small container to help.
As I’m writing this, I can hear a small trickle of water coming from the tap outside the house. We’ll pump what we can into the reserve tank and put off laundry and mopping until we have fully replenished our supply.
This is a pain in the neck (quite literally; carrying a bucket full of water on your head is not easy), but it’s a temporary bother for us. Some families in Tanzania do this every. single. day.
I actually have been thinking about you with all the news about the contaminated water supply in WV this week. Timely post. Thanks for the reminder of how privileged we are and the things we sometimes take for granted.
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