Water, water everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
~Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Pondering the gift of water of late,
God knows we certainly couldn't
live without it. It's interesting, we
couldn't drink the water we had in
Old Mexico the first eight years I
was there. We called it mineral
water, for lack of a better name.
'Twas lovely to have potable H2O
for the following 12 years. Rather
gave me a different point of view
and a tremendous appreciation.
I've told tales out of school before
of growing up on a cistern. One
bath drawn per night . . . mother
being the cleanest, got the first
dip. I followed, girl child and all.
My brother next and then my dad.
Poor man must have had quite a
dirty bath and he never complained.
Lo these many years later, here at
the cabin we have tinged water.
We're so close to the water table,
it comes out colored. We dispensed
with all our white clothing once we
moved in, thus we are able to use it
for washing clothes and dishes, but
it certainly isn't potable.
I am indeed grateful for the water
we buy at Vitamin Cottage. I must
admit however, I rather cringe at all
the drinking bottles we use in a day.
I am thankful they are recyclable.
Still, if you go to those plants, there
are water bottles by the thousands
and thousands. Were we so wrong
to drink tap water our entire lives?
love me some water
bottles needs thinking about
thank you mother earth
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