A Poor Man's Plunge Pool


Summer heats up. Our lawn is turning brownish. Vita and Vida are busy each afternoon watering the ornamentals in the yard while Vera is always excited taking a bath. The other day, she discovered the old well into which pristine water from the spring within our orchard flow. She beckoned to plunge into its depth oblivious of the danger that might befall her frail body. Her persistence won over our reluctance prompting us to commission our tenant's sons to clean up the plunge pool and its environs. Thus, just this morning, the entire family had a "picnic" of Skyflakes and ice-cold Nestea beside our improvised pool as the kids bathe into the hole.

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