Abundant Water Blogs

Generally people are not provoked over silt fences.  I am. I can work myself right into a funk over a silt fence while others don’t even notice its existence.  Last weekend I spent 30 minutes in the North Carolina woods overlooking a washout where three guys were putting up such a fence.  I studied how they pulled and staked black fabric to make a wall along the creek.  I noticed the fabric was already distorted out of shape and ragged on one side.

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Now we have rock snot or didymo in our precious Mad River!(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Didymosphenia_geminata).  Darn.

While each of us in our own backyard is facing something similar in our waterways such as zebra mussels, physteria or just plain pollution, I am sadden by the presence of this pesky diatom and the thought that my wife was just swimming in the river right before the big announcement.

I am sure that there some that will write all of this off as a natural phenomenon. » read more

In my last post I said I thought "water abuser" was a creepy title. This week it seemed possible I might get hauled in for being one. It happened at the old homestead.

When my husband’s grandfather, Mr. Boyd, came to Florida in 1956, he bought several lots a mile from the beach where he built cottages and rented them to vacationers for income. The cottages were simple and small. He built them single handedly in the old Florida style. Jalousie windows with cross ventilation let plenty of airflow through the house: it was hot air, but it moved. » read more

Clean Water Act Promises » read more