As the Rev Jenkins says of his beloved Milk Wood, I know there are boskier woods more blithe with spring than those that delight me so in my garden—but they do delight me, looming high, filled with singing birds.
And such triumph today! The tiny fountain back in service, despite all my threats to have it dug out and sent to the knackers.
https://youtu.be/DWClt_pzBj4
It involved a sweaty interlude with pail and rags, and then the hose to refill it had bonded so tightly with the wrong fixture that it came away holding a bit of the fixture in its teeth, and was only persuaded to let go by means of a wrench and much determination. Also there was a HINT of humidity in the air–EIGHTY PERCENT in fact. Soon it will storm, I suppose–but, I have done my bit in the garden today, even setting up the AUTOMATIC WATERING SYSTEM.
You will ask, why is there a white ceramic pail under the device? AH, that would be to catch the drips.
You will ask, what is all that curly green business?–AH, that would be my enthusiastic hose.
It is not quite up to my beloved Lawrence’s vision–but it sort of works. More expenditure is needed at the garden center of course–the various connectors and hose ends fail rapidly, and do not last long. But, plants will be watered, and at least for another year Lawrence’s miraculous network of hoses and tubes will keep the garden from drying out.
So I think perhaps a festive G & T is called for.
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