The Indian Well

When we first moved here, our neighbors regaled us with stories about odd and fascinating facts regarding this property and the general area.  I'm certain they were using these tales as a way to test our character and to pull our legs.
Thus we were told of the treacherous quicksand pits that lurked behind Bob's studio, ready to suck us innocents into their gooey depths (we're still waiting to stumble on those). And we marveled at stories of the awesonely gigantic black snake that lived in the murky green pond at the bottom of the horse field. I still tread past the pond delicately, fearing to see this serpent of heroic proportions. So far he/she is a bit like the Loch Mess monster; lots of rumors, fewer actual sightings. (I let Bob do most of the planting of wetland irises into the banks last year. He purports to be unafraid of snakes. Let's see who wants to move to the Everglades!)
In any event, the tale of the Indian Well may well be true. Across the great water (actually our humble brook) there is a cistern of sorts with a narrow pipe from which water always flows. The body of the container isn't old, but we suspect there is truth to the notion that area Native Americans probably used this very stream and possibly even a receptacle of some kind to catch the water from one of many springs in the area. Above and below are pictures of this basin. We don't know who put the tube there, or added the pipe, but it is always brimful and quite pretty.

It's nice to have mysterious corners of the property. We're still waiting to see (or not!) that giant snake.