Because it is frelling hard.
Spent six, maybe seven hours today working out in the yard:
- Shifting two sprinkler heads in the back yard about 6 feet each so that they water the far back better and the deck not at all.
- Dig up the old turf that is now under the deck, so that plants can be planted there.
- Planting of many plants under and out from the deck.
- Setting up the the drip lines and micro-sprinklers under the deck to get the plants there, but not the uprights.
And, seven hours (and four Advil) later …
- Success! Sprinklers work and hit (and don’t hit) what they are supposed to.
- Mostly success. Couldn’t turn over all the turf because of the overhanging deck, but got most of it.
- Plants planted, aye!
- Set up all the drip lines, carefully calibrated, fitted, aimed, attached … and …
Well, hell. That zone’s not working, either.
So I hand-watered the plants.
A good, solid day’s worth of work. At the very least, I worked off the White Fence Farms fried chicken dinner of last night.
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It would be easier if you did such manual labor more frequently, of course. But I think it’s more satisfying when it’s not your everyday gig.