We spent a lot of time in the garden this week, getting the irrigation system in. Ah, listen to me, it sounds as though we've got some fancy-pants system out there, doesn't it?
Don't think I'll enlighten you TOO much, except to say that it isn't all that fancy-pants. We gardeners, we like to maintain a certain amount of mystery (Sheila says as she stuffs the cracked soaker hoses and broken brass manifolds behind her). It isn't fancy, but it works, and that's all I'll say. It's one of the essentials, having a watering system. Once a garden gets to a certain size, watering it by hand ceases to be a relaxing experience.
After we did the hoses, we watered our hair. Well, some of us did. Some of us really enjoy experimenting with the nozzle choices on the water wand. Some of us really like the mist function. Some of us even looked as if we had diamonds
on the soles of our shoes in our hair.
Then, instead of ducking down alley ways looking for bat-faced girls, we went wandering around the garden looking for baby spider balls. Some of us like to poke those tight little balls of spiders and watch them scatter.
Spiders in the garden. About the only time I like seeing spiders. Teenie tiny and cute. Remind me to tell you about the giant jumping spider in the greenhouse some time...