I got an award. Hard to believe, I know, but here it is. Grin for me.
Karen from Typing With My Toes presented it to me last week. A great big thanks to her for the award. Check out her blog. It's a fun read.
Anywho, I believe I am supposed to pass on this award to five other fabulous bloggers so, drum roll please, ta da! Here they are:
Nikki at All About Words
Terresa at The Chocolate Chip Waffle
Mary at Writers But Does Not Apply To Me
and my newest blogging friend, but long time real life friend Jonene at The Wonderful Obsessions
On to the rest of my post. Sprinkling Systems. I love them. They come on in the middle of the night and water your lawn and garden. Do you know what this means? It means they do work for you. Lots of work.
Until they stop.
Then everything green around you withers and dies. At least here in Utah. Here is a list of things I have learned about sprinkling systems:
I miss them when they go on strike.
Hitting the pipes in the little green box with a wrench doesn't make them work.
The neighbor's sprinklers love them.
Mine hates me.
Tomatoes miss water.
The grass turns brown fast if it doesn't get watered in ninety-seven degree weather.
The inner workings of the little green box are more mysterious than wizards and even less cooperative.
Trees miss water, too.
I was not meant to be a sprinkler whisperer--more of a yeller. Sigh.
There is something cruel about watching your lawn and garden crisp. Especially when you've waited all year for ripe tomatoes and squash. Sigh. Any ideas on how to make it work? Hitting it and mumbling threats doesn't do a thing.