Last night I went home to a yard that didn’t need watering – because the sprinklers did it for me.
The lawn is in. The sprinklers are in – both in the yard and the awesome drip/spray combination heads I laid out for the flower bed that crosses the front of the house. The cherry tree has its own irrigation…as does the black bamboo.
I spent fifteen minutes in the yard last night, just enjoying the fact that I could be there. Put a little water on the bigger rose bed (for which I’m designing and installing my own drip system shortly) and just…enjoyed myself. First time in five years I could stand to spend much time out there without finding myself listing the things I still needed to do.
In a word…awesome.
I don’t typically take much space here to just sit and gloat, but under the circumstances … yeah, it’s hard not to.
I’m sure the crabgrass already has its invasion plan laid out, to say nothing of the Bermuda…and I do still need to get the mower fixed. But for the moment the pansies are happy, the roses are putting out leaves like there’s no tomorrow, and the tulips – though still disinclined to bloom at the same time as one another – are making sequential appearances every few days. I’m having to fight the urge to toss off the shoes and run through the new bluegrass, laughing like the maniac I probably am, but that will come soon enough.
In the meantime, let’s just mark this all down as a big victory.
I no longer live in THAT house. … and that, friends and neighbors agree, is One Good Thing.
