The Apple Trail

Sunshine filled days that turn into cool night signifies one thing in this part of Ontario, fall. Along with the nuanced change of the leaves to faded colours of their summer glory, apple season starts. At first it’s the Macintosh and early apples, but then the fun begins. Paula Red, HoneyCrisp and Royal Gala being to ripen.

Prince Edward County is known for being apple country. Most obviously stated by the totem, The Big Apple, right at the boundaries of Quinte West and the County. Off the 401, this tourist attraction is only the beginning of the apple trail. It isn’t until you start driving down the county roads, past the yellowed corn stalks and bales of hay that you start seeing signs, APPLES! Farms that have been quiet and reserved all summer open up as if to say, come and get them!! Pies are being baked, corn mazes being created and apple picking becomes a weekly outing for a local family.

Having tasted the local PEC county pies, one of our family’s favourite times is when the HoneyCrisp are ready. We watch with bated breath as September days pass quickly by knowing by the end of the month, the large, delicious sweet apples will be ready.

Until now, we tucked our brood into the mini van at least once a season and drove from suburbia to line up with the rest of the GTA at the handful of apple farms just north of us.   Fighting the crowds for just a few of those delicious treats we sweated and waited for our turn on the wagon ride, watched as our kids waited in line to play on the playgrounds. But this year, all that has changed. Here, in Prince Edward County, apples are in abundance and a quick jaunt down our county road showcases a few farms celebrating the fall harvest. Really, we could visit a different farm every few days and buy as many apples as we can eat.

This past weekend, my sister’s family and our family braved the rain and drove around the County. After a delicious lunch at William’s Family Diner in Picton, we made a pit stop at Campbell’s Orchards to pick up a bag of glorious looking Macintosh apples. Our project, homemade applesauce. A reminder of our childhoods where every fall our Grandmother and then our Mother would core, cook, mush and stir a delicious concoction  called, warm off the stove applesauce. Add a bit of Black River Honey Cheddar and you have a feast for a king. What a great tribute to family and country life, and something I’ll be doing as long as I have apples nearby.

As I sat outside this morning during one of the last glorious fall days, I looked down at my morning snack. Apples and cinnamon, coffee on the side with a smattering of almonds. Healthy, local and delicious.

Does it get much better than this? I think the plan this year is to find as many apple orchards as possible and see what we can do in our home kitchen with what we find.


Get Up With The Sun

The weekend before school ended, (Labour Day weekend here in Canada), was party weekend at our new house on the bay. Neighbours from our old suburban neighbourhood came to play and thus we ended up hosting two families. There was pool time followed by BBQ with warm September sunshine. It was dreamlike as we all soaked in the last few days of freedom. Freedom from school schedules, bus routes, early days and nights and eating whatever we wanted.

The end of the first day we celebrated the fire ban being lifted (partially at that time and now fully) in Prince Edward County by joining the neighbours at the shoreline for Saturday night campfires complete with songs and s’mores. Our neighbour, Tom, wandered over to chat happily handing out the packages of sparklers from somewhere in the depths of his shed. Another neighbour, Martha and Glen wandered over, wine glasses in hand, to wish us welcome to the neighbourhood.

“Don’t let your fire get too big.” Tom cautioned Mr. L.

“Why?” Mr. L responded tossing another large log on the fire. “We’re by the water.”

“Did you get your fire permit and call in your fire?”


The conversation had caught my attention and I looked in shock. “A fire permit?”

“Yep. Cost something like $15. And you have to call a number each time you have a fire.”

Never in my past small town life did we have to get a permit. This was news to me and Mr. L looked at me accusingly. “You didn’t get one?”

“No. I had no idea.” And I grabbed my phone and punched in a reminder.

Tom chuckled. “Don’t worry, it’s probably fine unless the fire fighters are bored, and then they’ll rush down with their hoses if they see the smoke. The season is almost done anyway just make sure to get one for next year.”

I had a sneaky feeling Tom was enjoying educating the city folk a bit too much, but nonetheless, another item on the never ending to-do list. We all went on with our nights and whooped it up but Mr. L did try to keep the fire as small as possible when trying to have 13 people roast marshmallows.

The rest of the weekend passed by like a golden age before the start of something new and then, the first day of school descended on our little family. The kids were nervous and excited to start their new school and both Mr. L and I drove them on Tuesday morning noting the scores of kids eyeing the newbies. As we waved goodbye, it was with a pinch of missing them and a dash of excitement that Mr. L and I were about the start our week of adult exploring in PEC.


First stop was hiking. I had heard of a trail in Rossmore, and after tons of internet research believed I had the location mapped out. It was a bust. Through a small park to a suburb called Bay Breezes, we walked with Chip the Australian Labradoodle and checked out this strange suburb in the middle of the country. After we had walked the whole 1 km suburb, we decided to head to the more picturesque trail in Carrying Place on the canal that connected the Bay of Quinte and Lake Ontario. It was peaceful and quiet. The waters were still and the only sound was the crunch of the gravel beneath our feet as we followed an obscure road. After that, we were ready for  an early lunch at Birdy’s in Belleville and a couples  massage.


The rest of the week was a combination of hiking, picnicking, wine tasting and jet skiing. We hiked the trail at Massassaga Conservation with Chip, stopped for wine tasting at Huff Estates, Traynor and Sandbanks Estate Winery. Fell off a jet ski in West Lake, had lunch at Isaiah Tubbs and sat on the soft sand at Sandbanks main beach. We also swam and read poolside for at least an hour everyday. All in all, an enjoyable week.


Monday morning. After a bit of scrambling, the school at last had a bus driver for our area in the County to transport our kids to school. Still dealing with the insane construction on the Bay Bridge connecting PEC to Belleville, (where the kids school is), we were informed pick up time was 7:30 am. Because we are out in the country, the commute for the kids is longer to their new school. Which means I have to be up earlier to facilitate three sleepy kids to breakfast, to get dressed and out the door. Up with the sunrise no longer became an idealogical item on my to-do list, but a reality.

Two days in this week and the kids are not doing too badly. Me on the other hand? Well you know what they say, early to bed, early to rise? I need to get on that program, quick. Being used to lounging until 7 am or later, with a bus picking my last two kids after 830 am, I was used a more leisurely start to the day and thus later nights binge watching whatever Netflix program was my current obsession or reading until my eyes closed of their own accord. Well firstly, Netflix doesn’t work well out here during prime time meaning 8 pm – 10 pm. The invisible waves that connect us to some tower just south of here are being overwhelmed by all the other people on Xplornet. So any streaming ideally occurs past 1030 pm. (What is Xplornet? A rural internet and phone provider. With no fibre optic cables out here, we have had to resort to dishes strategically placed on our roof that connects us via wireless waves to the closest tower.)  So by the time 1030 pm rolls around, Netflix may be up and running but I need to learn to get to bed. All I can keep thinking is that getting 5-6 hours sleep a night is not going to work long term and the sooner I embrace that sweet old adage and go to sleep soon after the sun sets the better off I’ll be.


Armed with this new routine, I realized with the onset of September comes a whole new routine not just for the kids, but me too. Add to waking up earlier, I now have longer drives pretty much everywhere and more things to do around the house. I need to re-evlauate how I’ve done things in the past and how it work going forward. A project on my list this week. Some things that took me 10 minutes in suburbia was going to be a major time commitment now.

The first fall storm also hit this past weekend here in The County. I heard that nearby communities got hit pretty hard, but here on the Bay of Quinte, just a lot of noise and a lightning show with drowned out thunder that kept the kids awake long past bedtime and had me worried about the numerous large trees in our yard watching as they bent sideways in the periods of torrential rain. But with the storm came cooler temperatures, ideal of this small town gal. There is nothing better than warm sunny days and cool nights to start the fall off right.





The Golden Age of Summer

Summer has flown by in The County. We are now two months into county living and with so much to do, visitors flocking to the dazzling shoreline of the Bay of Quinte and our new home, I shoved the remaining boxes into corners and gave into being a tour guide.

One wonderful thing about country living in the summer is the abundance of food available every few kilometers. If it’s not a fruit stand, it’s fresh eggs left on the driveway. I had to dig into my only resource on country living, my mother, to ask how that worked when I began seeing the handwritten signs out of my peripheral vision, FRESH EGGS.

“You stop, leave the money and take the eggs.”

“What? What if someone just took all the eggs? What if you need change?” My urbanized brain could not comprehend someone leaving their goods unattended like that, and having exact change, forget it.

Mr. L just shook his head, “Where I come from, those eggs would be gone.”

“People live on the honour system here and keep some change in your truck.” She responded with a casual shrug.

I still haven’t been brave enough to pull over and grab some eggs and leave my money. I was all worried about stopping safely and what if there were no eggs left? But I will..

Everywhere we have traveled through Prince Edward County this summer there was wine, ciders, beers, pizzas, fresh fruit and vegetables. Baked goods. Ice cream. God, the ice cream. What ice cream is the best was the prevailing question of the summer.

Cousins, friends, kids and adults. We’ve had them all visit and below are some the more notable places we have visited that I highly recommend checking out if you are in the area. I have quickly found my favourites, close enough to our house all with friendly, PEC service and welcoming attitudes. We’ve been congratulated for moving here, our hands shook by strangers and quickly told where the goldmines are, where you can go hiking for free, or park so you don’t have to pay for a provincial park. Informed of the best wineries, where to order pizza and initiated into what seems to be a special kind of club. We have also been told it will take twenty years or one of our kids marrying a local to stop being the new people. Good thing we are not planning to move anytime soon.

Great places to visit when in Prince Edward County – A summer to remember

Campbell’s Orchards – What can I say about the Campbell family? The first people here to make us feel welcome and up the road from our new place we were greeted by Sophie the dog, our kids wander in the play area through the stone labyrinth and my eldest child demands (nicely of course) that Colin ensures to have Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream when she visits. They always have ready their delicious Raspberry Chocolate Scones when we stop by (and other baked goods, the kids like the Short Cakes). We have been raspberry picking, apple picking, rode the wagon more than once and it’s a staple when I need fresh fruits and veggies. With a cute gift shop it this local farmer’s market is a must stop for all of our visitors. Apple season has just started and I already have two bags of delicious apples to try including the Zestar.

Sandbanks The Dunes – it took me a bit to navigate this huge park near the tip of Prince Edward County but it was worth it. Gorgeous soft sand dunes, shallow warm waters and a place to grab lunch. I’m in. The kids enjoyed the challenging hills and I can’t wait to explore this park in the cooler weather and hike around.


Bay of Quinte – We live on the bay so may be a bit predjuiced but have witnessed amazing sunsets, rainbow laden waters and have had fun boating around the waters catching fish.

North Beach – A more northern beach but closer for us than Sandbanks. A tip from a couple of sources informed us we should drive all the way to the end and go to the bay side for a quieter experience and especially if you have small children. With calmer, water water, long stretch of sandy beach, it is the perfect place to take a swim and have a picnic.


Casa Dea Estates Winery – With a beautiful tasting bar, good wines and a giant chess board to keep the kids busy. A definite stop.

Harwood Estates Vineyard – an all solar powered winery the cute tasting bar is well set up and the wines were very good. You can order a picnic basket and it’s a large enough property that the kids can hang out in the muskoka chairs by the pond.


Nice Ice Baby Ice Cream – we tried all the ice cream that The County can offer but our hands down favourite is Nice Ice Baby in Belleville. It is a constant request by our kids to try one of their unique flavours. With an eclectic patio and indoor seating, you can grab hand-crafted ice cream or gelato plus an espresso or quick lunch. With another location in Wellington, this is must visit.


Wellington Park – In the centre of Wellington this local park overlooks the dazzling waters of Lake Ontario and possesses a huge wooden play structure. Great for kids and full of people of all ages. With tall, old trees and picnic tables, grab a book, coffee or your spinning wheel and let the kids play for awhile. Usually new friends are to be found.


Diamond J Ranch – One of our last summer excursions took us down to Picton, on Loyalist Parkway just past the Glenora Ferry. The kids voted to go horseback riding. Reserving an hour trail ride a couple of days before was a good idea, they were busy! Doug and Jacob led us on our gentle steeds through the woods that overlooked the Bay of Picton. Our behinds were a bit sore and our clothes soaked through from the summer heat, but it was a great experience.


There are so many other places that we’ve visited, stay tuned for more updates and hear how we transition to autumn weather that will include cooler nights and sunny days. Personally, I can’t wait for the leaves to change colour having (at last) some huge trees in our front yard. The kids will get to jump in a proper pile of leaves!

Today with the onset of school and after a three and a half hour trip into town for groceries and supplies for the next week or so, getting into a regular routine will be interesting. We shall see what real country living means for our family.






Our new playground

Water. Peacefulness. Family. Play.

So far this summer those words keep swirling in my head. For the first time, we have a pool and on such a scorcher of a summer, it is being used, a lot. By our children, grandparents, nieces, nephews, friends and critters. Critters? Yes, I have quickly become the champion saviour of little chipmunks, mice and frogs who mistake our pool for a fresh body of water, (or don’t see it in the night when they are out and about) and fall right in. My new set of skills as a critter rescue agent are becoming very developed. My son, B. well his sharp five-year old eyes spot those critters right from the windows and he tugs on my hand, I grab the skimmer and we try to save these poor little things. I have to move fast, disoriented and water-logged, oftentimes they jump right back into the pool out of the net and I have to resort to my hands to convince them to relocate to safer and dryer conditions in our lawn.

The best mornings are when Mr. L is working from home. He diligently gets up or takes a break from his office to help skim this pool, checks the levels while I scramble like crazy cleaning before the next set of guests. I hear a holler at some point, usually when I’m in the middle of something,

“Beck! Beck! Rebecca! Come here….”

And I know, a poor unfortunate critter soul is in the filter and guess who has to fish it out? Not the urbanite who is a foot taller than me who stands by the side of the pool that he desperately wanted, pointing down his face a mask of horror as a bloated mouse goes round and round. Not him but me, the once a long time ago small town gal must get down on her knees, try to get the critter out before the kids see and dispose of it.

Living on the Bay of Quinte also means we have a gorgeous body of water to play in and we have taken advantage.  Our boat, well-suited for the choppy waves of Lake Ontario is problematic on a shallow bay with multiple sandbanks. We soon figured out the proper routes for the deeper water, but discussions are underway to downsize. In any case, until that happens, we take it out, cruising on the smooth blue waters, in awe of where we live. The sunsets are amazing and even our kids got into the spirit, meditating at sunset on the balmy nights, (a practice that lasted exactly a week) and I got my fishing licence.

I got wind of a great winery with delicious lunch so when my girlfriend and her three kids visited, I figured we should check it out. Norman Hardie winery did not disappoint. With music playing, people buzzing around and an energetic vibe on the open patio and upstairs tasting bar, I knew I had found a new favourite place to visit. When the kids found the trampoline in the back and as soon as we sat down our served asked, “Do you want me to put on the kid’s pizzas right away?” I knew I had found a perfect place to wine and dine my friends for the summer.

Norman Hardie Post Lunch Photo Op

I sampled their crisp but buttery Chardonnay that first visit and it went perfectly with, well, any of their mouth-watering pizzas. The kids also declared them best pizza to date. Of course, I’ve been back every week with a different set of friends and the rest of the wines do no disappoint. A little pricer than some other wines it is well worth the cost for a great PEC wine. Of note: County Pinot Noir and Chardonnay. Mr. L bought a bottle of Riesling on one visit being a sweeter wine drinker and really enjoyed it too. Make sure to take the Pinot challenge, compare their County Pinot Noir with their Niagara Pinot Noir. Find your favourite. Norman Hardie is definitely worth a visit in Prince Edward County if you are driving down Loyalist Highway during the summer take a turn onto Greer Road, follow the long road through the fields and enjoy.

Norman Hardie, PEC, Chardonnay (Don’t mind kids in background. They photobomb everything!)


Friendly Places


Our first few weeks here have been a blur of activity. Unpacking, organizing, people in and out fixing this and that. Re-setting up our life. Finding out how the local cable company and Internet providers work. Getting back to reality with work and deadlines and managing new schedules.

At about two weeks in, I threw up my hands and realized I had unpacked all that I could for the summer. The three monkeys are home full-time, Mr. L went back to work, I still had a bit of time before my client emailed asking for more blogs and people flocked to our new home, curious to see what drew us out to Prince Edward County, wondering if the pictures did the house and property justice.  I had a calendar that looked like a confusing muddle of names trying to keep track of who was coming when. Mr. L joked that maybe we should open a B&B.

But I didn’t mind. Having people visit forced me unpack a bit faster what needed to be done and to clean, daily. It also made the kids happy seeing their friends and selfishly, having other people here to distract my trio was welcome. With each visitor that passes by our door, this place feels a little more like home instead of a very, very nice cottage we rented for the summer.

Most importantly, I get a chance to drive around and explore PEC. I am becoming familiar with the country roads and certain places know my face as I seek out my new favourite places each week bringing with my crew and their families in tow to experience the local hospitality.

In our first few days of exploring we revisited Prince Edward County Lavender. A beautiful farm on Closson Road that we had discovered on an earlier scouting trip in the spring. Hoping to see the plants in blossom, we were not disappointed and the kids enjoyed running through the neatly lined rows of lavender, stopping to inhale the scent or listen to the buzzing bees. A guitarist provided some afternoon entertainment, there were shade-covered muskoka chairs to sit and enjoy the scenery and of course, a visit to the store where I found my new favourite face cream. A definite must visit on any trip to view the fields, visit the store to pick up a local product and snack on some delicious lavender shortbread.

Of course, no journey into Prince Edward County is complete without a stop at a one of the many fabulous wineries. I confidently told Mr. L that I was going to visit one new winery each week until I got through them all. Our first choice, Closson Chase, the purple barn winery just down the road from the PEC Lavender. With a lovely tasting bar and freezies for the kids, we enjoyed their buttery Chardonnay and peppery Pinot Noir while the kids explored the barn and sitting area outside.


Our first week touring the county was filled with warm sunshine, friendly service with the aromatic smell of lavender filling the air. The perfect combination to welcome us to The County.


Bugs, Birds and Blips


County living is filled with blips. Now, don’t get me wrong, everyday life has ups and downs that permeate life whenever people try something new. Living by a body of water is also not something new to our family, we did live near Lake Ontario for the last twelve years. Bugs are a part of the deal.

Well, Mr. L, hates bugs. He’s done well over the years, hiding his phobia from the kids and getting rid of said spiders or gross lake centipedes that we have had to contend with, but what he hates the most? Flying bugs. You know,  the ones that don’t really hurt you. Prettily painted butterflies, zippy dragonflies that circle our new pond, bees and moths. He nimbly moves back into the house when they appear. What I am not a fan of? Mosquitos and flies. Big ones that bite through clothing.

Being a fan of using all natural products, I pulled out my trusty all-natural lavender oil one of our first few nights sitting out with what would be a steady stream of welcome visitors to our new home and diligently spread it on all the vulnerable spots. The next morning my legs were filled with red, itchy bumps.The greedy suckers had ignored the smell and went right for the skin. Our second set of guests were victim to the flies, the big horse ones that bite chunks out of children’s backs. Giving up, I went out and got the strong stuff trying to ignore the chemical smell and nose curling by the kids. By the time my third set of visitors had arrived, I had Deep Woods, Family Friendly Off, Citronella candles, and what worked best, the OFF lanterns. A small fortune spent on bug control. Wanting to enjoy the peaceful nights and gaze at the stars soon became an exercise in applying the right cocktail of preventive bug repellent, and ten minutes spent lightning all the appropriate candles and lanterns.

Birds are also common, but in the country, they live in harmony with your home or property. You learn to accept the nests tucked away in different nooks and crannies, or the baby Mourning Dove fledgling that lands at your feet one sunny afternoon as you try to find a pair of gloves in your yet unpacked boxes while keeping the dog and kids away to tuck it under a nearby bush. You try to ignore the cat from down the road who stalks the birds in your backyard peeking behind your fingers at the inevitable cycle of life and hope you hid the baby well enough. Time will tick away as you watch hawks and falcons swoop on the high winds in blue skies and you try to ignore the wild call of whatever bird lives in the tall treetops who sends out warning screeches multiple times a day. Geese wander up to your property, until your urban dog goes berserk and scares them away. And you try to tell Mr. L that no, birds don’t fly at night, those are bats swooping over your backyard. Nature is a wondrous thing.

Blips, another commonality in life, take on a whole different meaning in the country. Each week brings a new one to contend with. After all, country living means more property to deal with. We are fortunate to have moved to a property with some beautiful garden beds already placed. But keeping those flower beds watered during one of the driest summers is challenging. Especially when you invested a little money in planting numerous perennials at the start of the season. So you hope the sprinkler system, already set up for the beds, works well. Until it doesn’t and you watch as the plants get drier and yellowed. You put a call into the one technician for the area, and wait, hoping he gets there soon. Then you try to hand water the plants yourself and get your kids on the job, teaching them to trickle the precious water over the most vulnerable plants, not wanting to use too much as the hose (unlike the sprinkler system that draws from the nearby bay) is hooked up to the well. Or, one night you try to use your outdoor lights, wanting to ensure your invited guests can find you in the blackness of the county road. But you find, a blip, in the wiring and wait, until the electrician can get to you and find the issue. Or your hot water is suddenly gone, and you hope it’s because the washing machine was running but come to find out, your huge hot water tank, has burned out an element. Then you realize, you have no idea if your hot water tank is propane or electric and what exactly is an element, but it gets fixed thanks to Carl, your inherited handyman and you can breathe. Your kids and next round of visitors can have hot showers. And so it goes, little blips that make life interesting in the country but help you learn a lot about your house.

The kicker? You tell tales of your blips to a local shopkeeper, (who you have gotten to know because you frequent their store at least once a week, and is also an ex-urbanite), and he nods in sympathy. When you are done and paying for your wares,  he pushes up his glasses with a twitch of a smile says, “Wait until winter.”

But, then you look in awe at another spectacular sunset, watch as your dog and kids run free in a huge backyard, and realize the bugs, birds and blips are part of the deal, and what a deal it is turning out to be.

Bay of Quinte - Sunset
Bay of Quinte – Sunset


Wells and Water


What is the biggest change when you move from an urban home to a rural one? Figuring out the well system. I arrived to our new home, boxes scattered throughout the house and a strong but familiar smell permeating through the house.

“What is that?” I questioned Mr. L who had arrived with the movers the day before.

“The water.”

Since he had arrived, Mr. L had been desperately trying to figure out why our tap water smelled like rotten eggs. The culprit? Sulphur. The bane of any person living in the country. Now,some people may be okay with sulphur water. I had more than one person tell me it was actually healthier to drink and use.  Who knows. The little research I did indicated it should be fine. But, being a city gal for the last twenty years, well I was accustomed to highly treated water, and most certainly my kids (due to arrive in two days) were not going to tolerate sulphur water. Our aim had been to make the transition easy and fun for them. Dealing with water that smelled funny was not going to be a great first impression.

“Not a big deal.” Mr. L said handing me a bottle of water. “Carl and I are on it.”

Carl was the handyman that we inherited with the property. He had been helping Mr. L prepare for our move, doing small odd jobs that needed to be done on a home that had housed one single, male tenant for almost two years who kept the interior clean but did not utilize the other amenities or apparently really cared about sulphur water.

When I met Carl the first question I had was about the water and the well. I had a vague recollection about wells from my grandparent’s farm. The smell I had encountered when I opened the door to my new home was a throwback to their home, until now I had no idea their water had been sulphur water for years.

Fortunately, Carl knew more about the well than Mr. L. “It’s been very dry here and I changed the filter on the tanks. Should be fine.” Well four days later with no showers, it felt like we were camping. But we weren’t, this was our new home and we were getting a bit desperate. I had held my nose and showered once but resorted to jumping into our pool and did the same with the kids. I considered going to join a local community complex in town where I could take the kids to at least shower properly.

For the next five days, a harried Mr. L (who was getting a fast tutorial on wells and well water while questioning this whole move), made constant calls to the company servicing the well and even a frustrated Carl could not figure out why the sulphur issue wasn’t clearing up. The systems were all working, the well looked okay, and we had flushed all the lines in the house. No change.

At last, after many desperate calls from Carl and the previous owner of the house, the owner of the water company promised to come to the house as soon as possible. None of the other patches or filter changes his dutiful technical had tried had worked to this point. The poor technician had been at our house multiple times trying to figure out why nothing was working, would fix something, it would seem okay and then right after he left, the sulphur smell came back. At this point, Carl had resorted to dumping chlorine down the well to kill the sulphur, but then had highly chlorinated water, still undrinkable.

“Go get a water cooler.” I instructed Mr. L thinking ahead to the guests due to arrive the following week. So Mr. L lugged home a water cooler and the corresponding huge jugs for us to drink and I tried not to lose faith that one of the most important things, useable water was in our future but I admit, I contemplated heading back to the city.

At last, our saviour arrived, Mike, the owner of the company came to figure it out. Four hours later, a test on all the systems and the water softener, we had it. Clean, drinkable, non-chlorinated water. Eureka! Mr. L could breathe at last. He had passed his first real test about country life, keep on top of your well water.  The last thing to do was to test the bacteria levels again in the well to ensure all was as okay when we had done the inspection six months earlier. It had taken over a week and a half, countless man hours, but we had water, for now.

“Welcome to the country.” Carl joked as he handed me a bottle of red wine right from a nearby winery. “Now let’s hope the sulphur doesn’t come back too soon and we stay ahead of the problem.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because you will have a small water treatment centre in your basement at that point. It’s the last system available to control the sulphur levels and it’s not going to be cheap.”

Another problem for another day. For now, the water is fine and Mr. L is an expert in our well system and I have come to realize that wells and water are rites of passage when you move to the country.





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