A mighty blow for reliable soil moistness was struck yesterday, as my father and I completed another phase in our epic garden sprinkler installation project. This one involved such impressive endeavours as lifting paving tiles, tunnelling under railway sleepers, and lifting a section of lawn turf. But now there is a loop around my front garden, with sprinklers to water my cabbage tree, some shrubs and flowers, and that spiky Doctor Seuss Tree that I don’t know the proper name of.
And I have enough pipe and fittings left to embark on the next phase, in which I will boldly go where no man has bothered weeding for quite a long time.
Did you ever think to stop and squirt the flowers in your own back yard?
Water Pistol Man, Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy