When the Well is Dry….

When the well is dry, we learn the worth of water.


I spent time at our allotment today. We have been spending a lot of time there over the last few weeks, weeding, clearing, preparing the soil and finally, planting.

Our allotment is a beautiful space. Now we don’t have a garden we really appreciate our plot of land and the peaceful, unspoiled environment. We are surrounded  by fields, hedges and a cherry orchard. It is a haven for bees, birds and butterflies. Once there, all the hustle and bustle of the outside world disappears, the mood lifts and nature works its charm.

Although it’s not too long since we have had rain, the ground already seemed dry today and we needed to water our newly planted vegetable patch. As I walked back and forth to the water butt to fill the watering cans, I started thinking about our need for water, its importance in our daily life, how we need to save it and how we need to drink clean water for healthy life. Each time I returned to the water butt for a refill I stood and watched the pure water flow from the pipe into the watering cans; splashing and flowing, in plentiful supply, conserved from the generous winter rain showers, stray droplets sparkling in the sunshine.

I started thinking about people in other lands where there is dire need for clean, safe  drinking water that is readily available. In many developing countries, millions of women spend several hours a day collecting water from distant, often polluted sources, and I thought about the children who die of water related diseases. I read recently that almost 2 in 3 people who need safe drinking water survive on less than £2 a day. (There is a lot more information at Wateraid.org )

Today, here at home in early summer, with the sun peeking out occasionally from behind the scudding clouds,  still glad of a sweater in this temperamental climate, I was grateful.



I wish that I had special powers
And could turn everything around,
So we could change the way we look at things,
And keep our feet above the ground.

To ask the floating clouds above
To spill the gentle rain,
To water the dry and barren land
And make it green again.

And could I harness the force of the wind,
Calm the raging sea,
Reign over nature’s wayward mind,
And let it quietly be?

For every child in every land,
There would be food enough to eat,
Arms stretched out to hold them tight,
And shelter from the heat.

And what if I could ask the world,
To find the path to peace,
With every countrys’ flag unfurled
As all the wars have ceased?

But if I cannot change the world,
I can bend when the storm appears,
Do great things in smaller ways,
Dry another’s tears.

For I alone cannot decide
The way the world should be,
And I cannot begin to know
What there is still to be.
© Lyn Halvorsen


Blessings to you.

watering can