For the past two summers we have been living through the nightmare of a fickle spring. Can I take a shower? Check the spring. Can I water the horses? Check the spring. You get the picture.
I don't want to trade my mountain spring water for a well, nor do I want to pay to have it dug, and the weird thing is, every fall, the water returns to fine.
|This is a mudbug chimney|
Finally, we figured out the culprit. Culprits as it turns out. Mudbugs, crayfish, teensy little arthropods that taste good in butter and spicy salt (if you can catch them). But catching them is a job for eight year old Tom Sawyer-ish boys with a lot of time on their hands. Time I do not have. But bleach, I do.
|Turn away PETA people, I'm about to murder some mudbugs.|
And bleach, it turns out, will kill them. You just have to be sure to only pour in holes that are downstream of your spring. (And this information came from a gardening sight - the bleach is diluted - I'm usually a fairly chemical free organic person)
So here's hoping I will be toasting you all this summer with a plentiful glass of cool mountain spring water, after I've done two loads of laundry, watered the garden, and showered!!
How do you deal with first world problems?