After a night of heavy rain, the hole in the field had become an underground river. The water broke in from the drainage ditch and then forced its way through the soil to go... somewhere. It was, strangely, rather exciting. Are there rivers everywhere? Under the cities and beneath the motorways? Water coursing below our houses and hospitals?
Makes me wonder how dowsing rods work. Makes me think about ley lines and magical caves. About water spirits that dwell in earth mining rivers and send their resources up to let the trees drink in a drought.
Silly.
Me, I'll be underground for much of March - home a lot with the dreaded module in a week or so's time and much voicing to do from my upstairs room. I pray for no rain storms, few lorries and ambulances, no drilling and mowing. Do they realise the havoc they cause with their noise?? The loud motorbikes taking their people out for rides on the weekends drive me wild. Barking dogs set mine off downstairs. My voice over track has to be ended to erase the shouting and expletives, the sirens and engine noise.
Meanwhile, I shall have the new computer tomorrow. Then this one, my sweet love, will have to go back to the orchard to be taken apart and cleaned before it is given, in return for cheese, to my bartering brother.
His water comes from a bore hole. The underground store of liquid life filtered by soil and kept cool by the rocks beneath the sun warmed surface.
Go deeper though, into a mine for gold or coal, and the temperature rises. The still molten core heats the rock and in those depths bacteria thrive. Starting in their eternal way to make life deep deep underground.
Comments