The Inaugural Watering
The garden has hoses which cross over the garden and have small nozzles where the water sprays out – or is supposed to. We had hooked up the hose to fill the garden before planting, so there was water in the reservoir to start. Once everything was planted, it was time to water. So, we turned on the hose (again, we’ll be getting a pump set up at some point) and waited.
Nothing happened at first, but then water started to come out the overflow at the back of the garden. Hm. It had been suggested (and dismissed by the author of this post) that maybe the nozzles had to be opened. Turns out that is exactly what had to happen.
If you’re following the mechanics here, you can predict what happens next. For the rest of you, here’s a hint: the water, which was flowing through the small tube with fairly high pressure, had a new, low resistance exit strategy. “Stay in my claustrophobic tube, or escape?”
Escape, obviously. Twist. Twist. BOOM! The water SHOT straight up like Old Faithful, blowing the nozzle clear off the hose, and scaring us half to death! Of course – once our stomachs returned to their proper positions – the episode was followed by raucous laughter and delight that it was user error rather than mechanical failure. We turned off the hose, loosened the nozzles then turned the host back on to complete the inaugural watering.
So with that, the garden was planned, planted and watered – ready to grow!
Now, the waiting. I’m still not a patient person, but who knows. Maybe this garden will sneak in a few life lessons in addition to its bounty…