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) mark my spot and gaze in gentle stupor at the light coming through the trees, twinkling on the water. Oh water, water everywhere....