Friday, January 20, 2012
My boss has been out of town at a gardening convention and so I have been taking care of the watering. This evening I managed to bust the water pipe that feeds the hose to his greenhouse. Oopsie! I was vigorously in putting the blankets back over the valve to prevent freezing when it gave way. The pipe coming out of the barn snapped off and water began rushing out, flooding the ground. Water is a precious, precious, precious commodity in these parts and the tank needs to last a long time. The pipe was small but the spray from it was horrific. After fruitless attempts to see if the pipe would reattach I did the only other thing I knew to do- run for dad. My sisters were in the yard and fetched him as I rushed back to the jet of water. I jammed my thumb over the pipe and put my all my weight behind it. Sounds so easy and insignificant but I was quickly soaked and my thumb still hurts. It was powerful water. Dad got the main valve shut off pretty quickly but dear brother boss will have some repairs to do when he returns.
This week we transplanted some of the onions into the new house until the sun went down. It was a beautiful setting.
3 comments:
I always feared messing with those pipes, especially when there were detailed instructions in which, honestly, I didn't understand. Hope you thumb heals up soon.
farms. your world is beyond my comprehension
Reading this makes me think that the story about the Dutch kid who stuck his finger in the dyke and saved the town is probably a big lie. I love the greenhouse pictures--it looks so beautiful there, even in the winter!
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