It supposedly rained all of May, but there’s been very little precipitation in June. I had about fifty or so gallons of water stored in a cistern when I arrived. I can go down to the spring for drinking water, which is no trouble, but lugging water a few hundred feet uphill to water the garden makes very little sense. The plants just have to suffer. I’ve husbanded my water up until today – but I’ve now officially used it all up. So now I just have to wait. It’s supposed to rain tonight.
Rainfall is plentiful here, but I’ve never set up a proper system for harvesting the stuff – an intelligent person might say, “You should do that before you put the plants in, John,” but a certain Kuhner improvidence is characteristic. I planted things which are generally pretty self-sufficient. Economy of water is another one of the solutions. I generally use water twice: when I wash my hands, or brush my teeth, or wash produce, the water goes into a bucket which is then used to flush the toilet. When I wash the dishes with soap, I flush the toilet with that water and then scrub the toilet with the soapy water. And of course I’ve been known to wash dishes and take showers in the rain. But now it’s about time for a rainfall, to get my year’s first full charge of water. I will up a few dozen one-gallon bottles of water – the size of a flush – and store them (though I don’t use it for drinking, in gallon buckets kept under a shady roof the water does stay fresh and clear), and that plus my cisterns (which are open to the air and do go green, but the plants don’t seem to mind this) will generally keep me from rainfall to rainfall.