to take a walk to my favorite spots. It did not take long for the wind and the temps to discourage me.
The rocks you see surround where the pump is. We must clear the extra sand twice a year. The first spring surround was a barrel. No one knows who placed the barrel. When cleaning I found remains of old iron rings. Grandpa laid rocks and Dad added a ridge to walk around.
From here the spring flows down a stream into a pond. From there it joins the creek. We are the head waters of Lunenburg Creek.
Washing my shoes and feet in icy water from the outside faucet finished me off for a taste of the outdoors.
I've got to find some rubber boots!