When L and I head out to the woods, we generally take along jugs of water to cache for later tree nurturing. Here is our most recent cargo:
We then put these on the ground beside the pecan and pine plantations. If the weather has been dry, we will use them to water the trees; if otherwise, we simply reserve them for later use. In fact, we’re pretty certain we have a half dozen of these lost somewhere in the tall grass beside the pine plantation.
We don’t drink from them, though. In their past lives, these jugs held milk, and though we probably gave them a cursory rinsing, it’s likely that enuf of the milk lingered to provide a perfect breeding medium for bacteria. Add to that weeks and even months sitting on the forest floor, and you have a potentially interesting combination. Intestinally interesting.
L and I bring along our own bottled water to drink, and this time of the year, we drink plenty.
We started this practice of bringing the jugs of water in the days before the lake was filled and we didn’t have a reliable supply of water. The pond was always there, but the approach to it can be muddy, buggy, and stinky, so we don’t consider that a useable water source. Jugs that have any structural integrity after their time in the weather come home with us to be used again. We can get three or four trips out of a jug before it goes in the recycling bin.
With the Three Bears home from college for the summer, we have been producing plenty of empty milk jugs, so this way everyone gets to play a part.
Note: Indian Head Penny not to scale!