Isn’t this lovely?
Isn’t this peaceful?
Snow is coming down at a steady clip on Buck Mountain ---and I love the gentle silence.
My world is a snow globe right now, a wonder to behold.
But baby, it’s cold. It’s been cold for more than a week with temps never going above freezing.
After yesterday’s fall—I was really ready to call Winter 2015 OVER.
But it’s not over.
Not by a long shot ---
Last evening when doing the dishes I noticed that the water pressure was just not what it usually is. We talked about freezing pipes, but here at the cabin everything is well insulated –so leaving all the faucets dripping wasn’t going to amount to much if the problem was elsewhere.
This morning – NO WATER.
This is the well house on the edge of our property.
We share this well with one other cabin up here on our street – I’ve only seen folks at that cabin once in the 1.5 years that we have been here. The blanket thing you see is the insulation that was pulled away to check what the problem might be.
But the fact of the matter is –we knew instantly that there was an issue…because amongst all of the snow….was this skating rink of frozen water that had run across the street:
This is not a good sign!
Broken pipes inside the pump!
Yeah. Not good. Not good at all.
Lovely Quilt Villa has no water until this can be fixed!
Icy snowy roads!
And while we could get UP the road last night with Shamu ---there is probably no getting back down this road right now and the snow is still falling at a good pace.
On the upside:
I am toasty warm with my gas logs glowing!
We have food, we have power, we have spare gallons of water for flushing toilets if need be. Mona has offered her cabin up for showers or anything we need as they are out of town. It’s a good idea that we also check what their water situation is.
This kind of extended cold just does not happen up here ---but we are tough old folks and we can survive.
I’ll think about the repair bills to the pump house later – at least it will be split two ways between two properties.
I have two quilts to bind. I have brought some piecing with me.
And last night I got this out to see how close I was getting:
It’s getting there!
Truth of the matter is – after yesterday’s fall ((I am very sore and bruised this morning)) and this broken pipe situation and how tired I am after this last round of travel, I was ready to throw in the towel and have a good old crying pity party. I feel better now. It’s not that bad. It can be fixed.
Yes it is a hiccup, but so many have it so much worse….I just need to go sew something.
Love from a Snowy Buck Mountain --