The Value Of Mineral Water

We appreciate everyone who visits our spring in Lynnfield, particularly those who have taken the time to stop in our little red house that serves as our intergalactic headquarters.

Over the next few months, you will note that the price of our mineral water is going to increase. There are a number of factors that go into making such a decision but we are confident that the value for the quality is without equal.

Water is not created equal. In today’s mass market of bottled water, consumers can easily be confused as to the quality of the water and the claims made by the bottler. Nestle’s Poland Springs brand is now part of a class action lawsuit centered around the company’s misleading consumers about the quality of its “spring” water. You may have noted an increase in the commercials for Poland Springs as this lawsuit moves forward (We bet you start noticing). The fact is, the rules on labeling favor big corporations, not the consumer.

So what’s the difference in water? We found a good article from Consumer Reports that gives an unbiased look at the different kinds of water. Mineral water is different and our water is different from any other. First, you can taste the difference in our water and second, you can see the source for yourself.

We believe that the ritual of coming to our spring, taking a moment to be thankful for this natural source, and re-using containers are all part of a journey that more people will be making. There is hardly a week that goes by that we do not see something in the news about the poor quality of the water coming out of American homes’ faucets.

We believe that we should provide a space where people can show their thanks for the water. While you can do that as your bottle fills at our vending positions, we make the area next to our red house available to give you a place to reflect on this journey … something you may not get with a trip to your local grocery store. Reflection is as much part of our water as the water itself.

Many of you have also shared your stories of what the spring means to you and your family. Some of you have become hubs for water distribution within your network of family and friends. I am sure that your efforts are well worth it.

Finally, we want you to know how much we appreciate the stories many of you share with us. We hear you and we are noting them to add to our special history.

A Poem For Spring

Mary Richardson wrote to us at the spring last year as part of her move from Pennsylvania to Colorado Springs. Her reasons for the move were quite simple, access to clean water.

Nothing says “Spring” like a Spring … with flowers.

Richardson is a nurse but her the hospital where she worked pushed baby formula, mixed with ordinary water, on new mothers and their babies. She now works in a lactation nurse in a Baby Friendly, hospital. “Baby Friendly” was coined by the World Health Organization (WHO) and the United Nations Children’s Fund (UNICEF) who launched the Baby-Friendly Hospital Initiative (BFHI), a global program to encourage the broad-scale implementation of the Ten Steps to Successful Breastfeeding and the International Code of Marketing of Breast-milk Substitutes. The BFHI assists hospitals in giving mothers the information, confidence, and skills necessary to successfully initiate and continue breastfeeding their babies or safely feed with formula, and gives special recognition to hospitals that have done so.

Mary, who now lives in Colorado Springs in a place called the Garden of The Gods …. and she only drinks water from nearby Manitou Springs, a town that has a few mineral springs.

During a recent walk, Mary was inspired to write a poem about the Blue Bell flowers she saw …. I asked her if we could share it here “Homage to Blue Bells.”

Why do Bluebells hang their heads down low

Are they tired or sad allowing their tears to flow

Assisting their roots with water to grow

It’s very possible we may never know

Why do Bluebells stare down at the ground

As if in a dream or lost in a sound

Wild things roam and creatures abound

Perhaps the answer can never be found

Why do Bluebells not come up for air

As if the sun is no more their care

They seem content to just stand there

It’s beyond comprehension, life isn’t fair

Why do Bluebells have a hunch on their back

As if looking down is a natural act

Dusty floors, a wall with a crack

Only an earthworm gets a look at that

A world without Bluebells would be a sorrowful place

They remind us of gratitude and private space

Things of true beauty can often be traced

To a Bluebell’s mystery of hiding its face