Plenty of water, and plenty of mud, too
I mentioned a few weeks ago how our spring had stopped flowing, how I was required to utilize the facilities of our local laundry establishment and how we had taken water conservation to a whole new level.
I shut off spigots while my children were brushing their teeth. I stopped running water when dishes were being washed. I timed showers and threatened to shut off the pump in mid-lather. They gave me attitude, eye rolls and heavy sighs in return.
I didn’t care, because every extra drop that went down the drain was a drop that didn’t get to be used for cooking, making coffee or wiping counters off. (It was an interesting thing to discover about myself that I’d choose to give up nearly anything before I’d live without access to clean, running water.)