If you can call 3 beers and a bag of chips a picnic, then we had a picnic on Saturday.
The discussion of well placement and the trenching of pipes was the cause of this bucolic celebration for it is apparent that owning a house with no running water is just a tad frustrating.
After 1 and a half beers I needed to pee. Ducking down behind the garage (future Summerhouse) I mark my spot and gaze in gentle stupor at the light coming through the trees, twinkling on the water. Oh water, water everywhere....