This cute little guy sits atop our water meter. I screwed it into the wooden post when we first moved here, always a little unsure what to do with it before that, but never wanting to part with it because of its charm and that it was Mammy's (and I think I might have a thing for owls).
Living rurally, it is our responsibility to check the water meter every month. In the city we got our water bill in the mail, but not with "rural water". We do everything, from remembering to check the meter to filling out the coupon and mailing in the bill. It definitely took a little getting used to at first.
But I remember that first month, in the dead of summer, checking the water meter. It was mid-afternoon. I was pregnant and two year old Diego was napping. Walking to the meter was almost surreal in the thought that I had essentially just walked to the end of our Minneapolis block, and I wasn't even halfway up our driveway. Or another time near the beginning, when I was in the quonset (the curved building in the background of the first picture) and realized, "Our entire house and yard could fit inside this building." Literally.
It is interesting how things change.
How about the name "Prairie Garden"?