It goes without saying that Kelly and I have taken to gardening with kid-like enthusiasm. As a couple of city folks seeking to bolster our green thumb credentials, we have expanded our garden this season with aim to amplify our yields.
On the one-hand excited about the additional garden space, we have been shouldering exhaustive trepidations towards the prospect of irrigating these very same beds. Hose in hand, last year Kelly and I spent far too much time watering our precious crops; delivering this essential clear liquid atop thirsty soils.
Tranquil as this endeavor might sound, the cruel reality is that the process generally proves to be a pain in the ass.
Getting water to the garden itself is merely the first hurdle. Hoses suck, especially when faced with many obstructions all too effective at snagging and kinking the hose lines.
Finally, once the hoses are settled, Kelly and I must then subject ourselves to what seems like hours of standing around, spaying the beds.
BTW – don’t even get me started on sprinklers. Anyone having taken time to scratch beyond the the obvious solutions knows that sprinklers carelessly and needlessly waste water. Nope, sprinklers for our garden beds are not an option.
Still stuck at square one, we had to find an alternate method of getting water into the beds.
Water Witch? Nah, I’ve got no patience for superstitions, less the voodoo “art” of locating water. Something about relying upon some guy, white-knuckle clinching his trusted fork stick dowsing for water, simply doesn’t espouse the confidence I seek.
Staring down the barrel of responsibility for nearly double the garden space, we simply had to ascertain a better solution.
Faced with these realities, and armed with confidence of a chain-smoking poker player, we’ve decided to double down on a drip irrigation system.
On the one-hand excited about the additional garden space, we have been shouldering exhaustive trepidations towards the prospect of irrigating these very same beds. Hose in hand, last year Kelly and I spent far too much time watering our precious crops; delivering this essential clear liquid atop thirsty soils.
Tranquil as this endeavor might sound, the cruel reality is that the process generally proves to be a pain in the ass.
Getting water to the garden itself is merely the first hurdle. Hoses suck, especially when faced with many obstructions all too effective at snagging and kinking the hose lines.
Finally, once the hoses are settled, Kelly and I must then subject ourselves to what seems like hours of standing around, spaying the beds.
BTW – don’t even get me started on sprinklers. Anyone having taken time to scratch beyond the the obvious solutions knows that sprinklers carelessly and needlessly waste water. Nope, sprinklers for our garden beds are not an option.
Still stuck at square one, we had to find an alternate method of getting water into the beds.
Water Witch? Nah, I’ve got no patience for superstitions, less the voodoo “art” of locating water. Something about relying upon some guy, white-knuckle clinching his trusted fork stick dowsing for water, simply doesn’t espouse the confidence I seek.
Staring down the barrel of responsibility for nearly double the garden space, we simply had to ascertain a better solution.
Faced with these realities, and armed with confidence of a chain-smoking poker player, we’ve decided to double down on a drip irrigation system.
The trench, hosting the hose from the house to the garden
Out two days of work and about $150 less in my wallet, Kelly and I are betting that our decision to implement an irrigation system will effectively transport precious water to the crops, without either of us clumsily fighting the lengthy and bulky hose in and out of the equally pitiful deer fence (expanded to contain growing garden footprint).
Command central for all the hose lines
Truth be told, early reaction to the drip system is just that … drip.
It’s hard to determine if the process will in fact work. Regardless, Kelly and I are nervously holding our collective breathes before passing any definitive judgment.
Not the best looking, but I believe in function over fashion
Ultimately, time will tell if our bet on drip irrigation will payback big, or leave us holding a worthless set of cards.
In the end, if we do in fact fold our hand, I suppose Kelly and I can always revisit prior decisions … hose in hand.
Murphy supervising the project activities
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