It’s been raining. We have seen flooding and at times wished for boats to get about in. Nevertheless I can’t stand to see this water flowing without being used constructively and I’m not the only one. Years of drought have so skewed the way we use water that any time we see water in the wild and doing its own thing we feel like we have to gather it up and save it for later. When we were nearly flooded recently I found myself thinking ‘I should get a bucket and scoop some of that up’. The plants I would use the water on were completely drowned . The streets were awash. Shops were flooded. Rivers bursting their banks. Yet here I was thinking that one bucket of water saved for later would help…
When we were kids a hot summer day meant the sprinkler on the lawn. Now if you turn on the hose you expect the water police to tap you on the shoulder. I remember the summer when everyone wanted a Slip-and-Slide for xmas. Santa didn’t come through for us but our Pop made us one with an immense length of plastic and a soaker hose. We turned the garden into a muddy mess and I still remember how much fun we had.
No wonder the lawns in my childhood memory were so much greener. We would play under the sprinkler all day and then the dads in the street would come home from work and get out there with the hose and water their gardens for an hour to wind down from work . None of that anymore. In our garden, plants get planted and when they die we just look for something a bit tougher to fill the hole with next time. The only things that get extra care around here are the vegies and only then if they put in a bit of effort themselves.
Our lawn is usually a greenish patch of grass-like substance outside the back door. At the moment you could almost call it lawn as it has spent a considerable amount of time recently under ankle deep water and looks all the better for it. Maybe I should install a ‘low level shower-head’ out there and send the kids out in their undies for a wash each night. Lawn watered, childhood tradition upheld.
Hmmm…is that the water police I hear knocking at the front door?