There is a big round pipe from the well that sticks up about a foot high in the middle of our front yard. You’d think there would have been a less conspicuous spot to drill a well on our five acres — but I guess the well-drilling company’s prevailing wisdom said they would find water in the front yard — and they did, 400 feet down. The well-pipe is an eye-sore and I’ve been wanting to find a way to camouflage it for some time now.
On Friday I made my weekly run to the my local Amish market. I try my hardest to stay out of the adjoining garden center — because there is always an impulse buy, and heaven-knows, I don’t need any more garden plants right now. But right there, right in front of the garden center was a well cover. Not only a well cover — but one exactly like I’ve been invisioning — with an actual well pump on top of it. I wedged my groceries into the front seat of the car, flipped down the back seat and opened the back hatch. There was only ONE there and I wasn’t going to risk coming back on Saturday with Chris and the pick-up truck. I wanted it now.
So now I have a swell well cover — and a new flag, just in time for Memorial Day!