Cleaning The Garden Spring...

I don't remember when Dad rocked this spring basin but I do remember when a calf fell in.  Dad could not lift it up and out onto the high ground so he broke the front wall to save the calf.  No one ever built it back but we use it.  This is the second largest spring on our place and is used for garden irrigation, a cool drink as we go by and it ambles down the way to join the creek.

Before I began cleaning this spot there were honey suckles, briers and grape vines growing all along the sides.  It was difficult to get to so my self-assigned chore was clear the brambles.  I did good.  I only fell one time!

I forgot the water flow rate but Den can water his garden sufficiently without any loss of pressure or water.  I really don't need to know the rate as long as it's enough.

Here's the measure of my work.

Bonnie helped, too.