A familiar sight at Roundrock, but not for much longer. These are jugs of water we set beside the pecan plantation four and a half years ago. The plan was to use these to water the baby pecan trees during the dry summer months so they would survive and send their roots deep into the gravel.
We may have even done that a few times. But the pecans lived or died by forces beyond our occasional influence, and the water bottles mostly sat off to the side in reserve. They drew comment from everyone who saw them (family members and Good Neighbor Brian). Finally, I decided they qualified as litter and decided to haul them out.
Some of these jugs had cracked open and drained themselves dry, but most of them were still filled with water. All of them were brittle. Generally, when I grabbed a jug by the handle, the handle snapped off in my hand. Often this would happen after I had tilted the jug to pour out the water. The flow of water grew a bit more “erratic” at this point, and had the lower legs of my pants not already been wet from stomping around the soggy parts of the pecan acre, I might have been upset. Some of the jugs splintered enthusiastically, and poor Pablo had to bend to the ground to pick up the tiny shards of plastic.
The jugs are now all gone from the pecan plantation. There are some still among the pines, and they’ll be the next to go. After that, I think the only ones left are at the fire ring at our new camp. Those get used and replaced frequently enuf to keep them from qualifying as trash, so they will probably remain.
- Striped skunks are fattening up for winter.