I spent about 4 hours working on the underground sprinklers that cover the front and back of my home. Installed some 10 to 15 years ago, they do need some TLC from time to time. The front gear driven (and single above-ground unit) had to be re-adjusted not to water the neighbor’s lawn. Not that I don’t mind sharing the water; however, there’s no need to create a bog when one doesn’t have to.
The other half of the house required a new pop-up considering that the previous years had built layers of new earth enough that the old one was barely able to get water above the grass even after it the lawn service cut it. Digging out the area to properly remove the old unit was quite satisfying. Taking a small spade tool and poking into the grass-laden ground, I could feel the resistance that the generations of roots had woven into the earth. As I continued to break the soil around the old unit, the smell of the land that I laid around it brought back memories of childhood, dancing merrily in mud puddles or running barefoot in the freshly tilled earth in preparation for that year’s garden. Even the smell of the torn grass brought back the memories of a newly cut field being prepped for swathing.
Needless to say, I completed my basic project with a fond remembrance of a time nearly 40 years ago. Not a bad day at all.