In the ancient days in the town of Denmark, there once was a well. It was a small well but exuded sweet water. The poor people working at the Town Farm up the road loved the well. It had its own windmill and it loved to pump water up the side of the hill to the Town Farm. It was a happy little well in those days and its windmill was always busy, when there was wind.

Now there are only vestiges, which happen to be on our land beside our driveway, of what once was a flourishing and lovely little well and windmill. So yesterday in a flurry of inspiration with my clippers and saw I cleared the briars, weeds and small trees around the well and exposed it to the light once again. Cynthia today cleared more with a metal rake.

Doesn’t look like much, huh? Hey, it’s been dead for 75 years, what do you expect? It’s filled with sand now, washed down from the street over the years. The sand knocked in part of the wall. Only the frame that once was part of the windmill remains. Boo Hoo Hoo! What should we do? Could we fix it up?