Water water everywhere. . . .

Just as I was leaving for the store this afternoon, I realized my spring was running again! (I have the hose worked through the handle of a laundry tub among the trees. So I hurried out and back, got my buckets out (and went looking and found three more). I now have fifty five gallons of water cached on my front porch, my twenty gallon keeper is nearly full, and all my dishes are done, and my jacket is washed.

This is riches. . . .