June 16 2009 A Ribbon at a Time

My first conscious breath this morning came with a knowledge that I was not going to make it back to sleep. Instead of asking the darkness of my room for another chance I went ahead and accepted the challenge, moving about the room quietly and starting in on Tuesday's chores. I bucketed and carried the recycling to the curb, and then I broke down the cardboard boxes I had accumulated and stacked them with the glass and paper. I watered the lawn and dug out the railroad ties implanted between the gravel I want to remove and the grass I'm trying to keep alive. Then I went in for breakfast.

Ironically, the house was sold to us with a lawn that needed a hose and sprinkler to water, and me being a stickler for where my water lands, I spent an entire season buying different sprinklers so that it didn't water my sidewalk. Hence also the trenches, though, as I dug them I uncovered a sprinkler system. In the basement there is a Rain Bird box, and a second box. In the side yard there is a backflow device. Pinned to the wall next to the water heater is a map of where the sprinkler system was run. What do you know,mine is not only a mobster house but has a lawn care system in place as well. I love good mysteries. One day we will discover whether this system is intact, as it is 15 years since its installation. In the mean time, I sit on my porch and watch over my soaker hose as it encircles each quadrant one at a time.



I took three photos of this scene and liked the water curtain. The others looked like I was trying to document the fruits of my labor for some legal purpose: very cold and dry. Auto + 24x (max) zoom.