What On Earth?

Not a bird. 

Not a plane.

Not Superman.






Well...kind of Superman.  My mom hired my cousin's husband Jeff to drill us a new well-- out of the blue and mostly, I think, because she always feels bad in dry spells that we can't water our gardens. The children flocked around him non-stop just like he was a superhero, which, I suppose, he is.

He drilled for almost 2 weeks and reached a depth of 205 feet before he hit sufficient water, which blows our ol' hand-dug 60-foot well out of the...er...out of the water! (Groaning with you.)

It's not hooked up yet, but he finished the drilling, which means that this no longer greets us when we pull up the driveway. More's the pity.