I’m done walking down to Lady A’s house to care for her flowers, but I thoroughly enjoyed being asked. She’ll return home soon to a happy yard.

She has different gardening tastes than me, so I get to see things in bloom that I don’t normally see. I’m really proud of her though because she had a nozzle attached to one of the watering hoses that was impressive. Seeing the brand name I was proud of her again for buying local. I used to take my rain wand with me to her house because she didn’t have good attachments on the hoses, so all my preachin’ paid off!

This particular attachment was a handheld sprayer with different settings similar to the ones having a squeeze trigger handle for it to spray, but instead of it having a squeeze handle, it had a button. You just set the type spray desired, press a button for continuous spray and man alive it sprayed far! Once again, it doesn’t take much to excite me and it’s funny how we get used to things a certain way, but I won’t soon forget this lesson in learning how to embrace something new.

I was wearing my yard uniform to care for her yard because I knew I’d return home to do some things in mine, so a white, v-neck, man’s undershirt and a pair of rip-stop, khaki capri pants was the attire. Rip-stop is a lightweight fabric that dries quickly and it has a slick finish so dirt brushes off easily instead of soaking into the fabric.

I was enjoying the spray from the hose attachment and had forgotten I wasn’t squeezing a trigger. When I laid it on the ground to turn the water off I expected it to stop spraying like a trigger sprayer, but I forgot to press the button into the off position and it didn’t like being laid down on full blast. Stepping over to the water shut off valve, the hose whipped around and sprayed the back of my pants with cold water full force!

I was shocked, but remained calm and have to admit my first thought was, “I have to walk home like this.” It was early morning so nobody would be outside was the hope, but on the way home I ran into 3 neighbors and not one of them noticed my pants were dripping wet! Was that good, or kind of sad?

In trying to revive the Hydrangea highlighted here I’m learning how it wants to be watered. They say to let the soil dry out in between waterings, so when it looks droopy, I use my moisture meter to check the soil down deep and if it’s dry at root level, to give it a good drenching. So far, this is working well, but it reminded me how God treats us similarly. When I don’t spend adequate time with Him my soul will start to feel the need for a good drenching and this spray of water was so unexpected, yet refreshing.

After returning home I threw the wet pants into the dryer, so I could continue wearing them and did a Google search for the watering nozzle like Lady A’s. I found it at a local hardware store and will pick it up this week because I think it’s important to learn how to use something different and it will make watering a breeze with how far it sprays. Hopefully, I’ll remember this lesson and press the button to off before laying it down again, but if not.. I’ll deserve a good drenching.