The temperatures rose above
freezing at last, and the month-old snow began to creep back toward the
hill. The first daffodil leaves peeked through the soil in the
sunniest spot, and an amorous cardinal started to sing.
I celebrated by washing
our laundry, pumping water down the hill from the thousand
gallon tank since our water line is still frozen. Then I
turned off the pump...and water kept right on flowing. Gotta love
capillary action! Now I know that I only need to use electricity
to get the suction started --- after that, water will flow four feet up
out of the tank all by itself!