This water wheel feeds all the troughs on the farm where I live. It also waters (when no one is looking) my vegetable garden over the dry summer.
Listen to the music HERE!
Weave a Web
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This water wheel feeds all the troughs on the farm where I live. It also waters (when no one is looking) my vegetable garden over the dry summer.
Listen to the music HERE!
Weave a Web 
Now I’ve got the goods on you!
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Ha ha! I shall pour cold water on any attempt!
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There is a twist in the introduction to the piece of music too. It’s very soothing, especially as I imagined the soft cymbals indicating surreptitious watering of the vegetable garden of the composer.
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Thanks, Uma. I never thought of that – but maybe!!! I just wanted to capture the wheel going round and round! Mind you over recent weeks we’ve had that much rain there hasn’t been much of a need to do watering.
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I just finished reading the letter from 6 October 1968, My Fair Lady has come and gone!
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I was going to suggest that you don’t have to feel compelled to plough your way through the letters…. I should really write a companion to “Bits of a Boyhood” and have chapter after chapter of stuff I never told my parents!!!
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I can just hear you tripping about nicking the water
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It’s quite a simple process – I connect the hose to a tap on a nearby trough! The water comes from a fairly healthily flowing stream – so I don’t think I’m squandering something overly precious!
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🙂
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I like the jingle bell-ish sounds. So festive and pretty!
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Thank you!
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