During the summer here I water every day. It's my first chore of the morning and I generally get it done before breakfast. In fact, I use the thought of breakfast as an incentive to get the job done. During the colder months, though, I don't water at all. My theory is that there are enough days of rain and enough moisture in the atmosphere to keep the little buggers alive.
In general, Marilyn goes along with this. Her philosophy is that she is in charge of indoors and anything outdoors is my domain. From about now, though, she starts to make incidental comments: 'Those bushes at the front could do with some water.' or 'The lawn's looking a bit dry.'
My usual response is to splash a bit of water around and reassure her that regular watering will commence on November 1st. It sounds authoritative and like something I might have heard a gardener say but, it's all a con. I would have no idea when watering should start and November 1st makes no more sense than any other date.
Yesterday, I did relent and uncurled the hose to address the issue. Unfortunately, during the winter, the two nozzles I use on the hose had deteriorated badly and I ended up saturating myself with the back spray caused by the leaks. Yes, I have two nozzles and I neglected to put them away in the shed when the cold weather started and now I will have to replace them.
Another trip to Bunnings although I wonder if I can get them on Temu.
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