tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070488376505303445.post4992282472477820859..comments2023-11-13T06:25:27.206-05:00Comments on Our Little Acre: Heavenly WaterKylee Baumlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288354709094515651noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070488376505303445.post-48362387545086375292007-06-08T21:00:00.000-04:002007-06-08T21:00:00.000-04:00I'm with you on the water... I used to like to dri...I'm with you on the water... I used to like to drink the water out of our well when I was a kid, but later I switched to bottled stuff (bought in milkjug size) because of the chemical residues that I was probably ingesting. Too many of my schoolmates had family members who farmed and died way too young of various cancers... and way too many women from Ottawa have developed breast cancer (they're investigating this as a cluster) for my comfort level.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14395380166485303934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070488376505303445.post-765098738325259422007-06-06T21:59:00.000-04:002007-06-06T21:59:00.000-04:00It is incredible how fast the rain barrel fills up...It is incredible how fast the rain barrel fills up ... I love being able to water my patio plants this way. <BR/><BR/>That was a good lessons in physics and saved you from having to take the class in high school!!!katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03979577122006222781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070488376505303445.post-26406971099235786532007-06-06T10:01:00.000-04:002007-06-06T10:01:00.000-04:00Mrs. Kylee (I'd use your last name, but I don't kn...Mrs. Kylee (I'd use your last name, but I don't know it.. I'm from the South and try to be proper... sometimes..)<BR/><BR/>My name is Stacey Wilhite. I live in Southeast Kentucky... probably about a little over 3 hours south of you. I stumbled upon your website yesterday. I read about Elvis, and was really touched. My husband and I lost LiLa (lee-lah) last week. She was hit by a car. It's a long story... but, Mareth our new adoptee turned up on the exact day that LiLa went missing. Mareth, a scrawny, scraggly blue Persian mix with haunting orange eyes, in her emaciated, dehydrated state insisted on following us every step of the way down the road to look for LiLa.. and Mareth was there when we found LiLa. God winked. Mareth has helped us deal with our grief. (We do not have children, and our cats.. Tilly, our other baby, have been just that.. our babies.)Your story of Elvis and your grandmother really hit home. We have decided to have a stone artist friend of our make a memorial stone for LiLa. Although we buried her at my folks' farm, planting a rose bush at the head of her grave, we plan to take the stone with us and once we have buid our home (in three or four years..) we can create a garden memory walk of our precious companions... <BR/><BR/>I enjoy your photos and your journal entries very much. You have a fan in Kentucky! I have a blog as well, and hope to go crazy with pictures once we get a digital camera... <BR/><BR/>Be blessed today! Thank you for your words. Keep them coming...<BR/><BR/>StaceyStacey Reneehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13808891874762533437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070488376505303445.post-14802448304526255262007-06-06T09:09:00.000-04:002007-06-06T09:09:00.000-04:00What an awesome post, Bob!!! And I'm so happy tha...What an awesome post, Bob!!! And I'm so happy that you got rain. We'd been hearing on the news about the drought down there. :-(Kylee Baumlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04288354709094515651noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070488376505303445.post-73411597995100854222007-06-06T08:47:00.000-04:002007-06-06T08:47:00.000-04:00Kylee, your barrel story reminded me of another ba...Kylee, your barrel story reminded me of another barrel story. That of a widow woman with a young son, who only had a handful of meal and a little oil in a cruse. She had only enough to make one more meal for the two of them, and then they would surely die.<BR/><BR/> Elijah, a prophet of God, came to her house and asked her to let him eat first for he was hungry. As she took him in and fed him she was putting God first before her own needs and those of her son. She knew that they would face certain death when the last of her provisions had been used, yet she still put God first. In so doing, she gave God the opportunity to bless her. She and her son survived the famine in the land for three years on the small amount of meal at the bottom of the barrel and oil. She used from it every day yet it never seemed to run out.<BR/><BR/>And to calculate the water coming from the pool house: <A HREF="http://rainbowcache.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-new-best-friend.html" REL="nofollow">my blog post from Saturday morning</A> might help...Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11811853732371166211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070488376505303445.post-48081634485709544762007-06-06T05:55:00.000-04:002007-06-06T05:55:00.000-04:00Our rain barrels are still at our old house out in...Our rain barrels are still at our old house out in the country, but we intend to bring them back and set them up to collect off the shed roof. The shed isn't built yet, so we haven't hurried. Eventually, I hope to have a system of five or six barrels linked together.<BR/><BR/>We're in town (Kent) now and pay for our water use. Would be nice to have rainwater to supplement garden watering with. We'll rig the barrel system up with a hose nozzle.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com