"The well at the farm was drilled into an aquifer," says my mom. She speaks of dreams of my child falling into a hidden well at her house. And, I think about the nature of deep wells... They will drown you. Or provide an un-ending supply. Depending upon the approach. And so it goes. My niece moves in the next year with her children. We all drink from that well in my family. We watch the children, but let them run. The farm is good to us, the water there is fresh and cold. This is Home.