water water everywhere...

Somehow (well, OK, so I volunteered....)I became a water-er.  A friend and I plant and maintain 5 planted pots of geraniums, ferns, and petunias at church.  Same friend...with several other garden club friends plant and maintain three giant planters of whatever we think will look nice near our town's waterfront.  The problem with this is...all these planters live about 5 miles from my house, and they need to be watered e-v-e-r-y s-i-n-g-l-e d-a-y.  The town planters have no source of water (other than the river....and believe me, you don't want to try to source your water there----ask me how I know this!  My sneakers never did recover from THAT outing.)

So we haul water.  I have one very large watering can....and one even larger plastic (eeeew!) container--minus its cap, which served the purpose rather nicely.  Until last week.  My theory had been (notice past tense) that the weight of the water would keep the containers from tipping over in the trunk of my car.  And this seemed to be working, although that same weight made it extremely difficult to actually do the watering, but I was counting this as upper body strength training.  Win-win.  And then, I lost.  

Honestly, I didn't take that corner hard.  But, I still heard the 'plunk'...and knew that I was in trouble.  By the time I could pull the car over, the trunk, lower trunk well, some little pockets on either side of the truck we all FULL of water.  Drat.  I think deep down I knew this was an accident waiting to happen.  And then it did. 

So, just for your information....it takes every towel (including beach towels) that you own to sop up 8 gallons of water, and three days of the trunk open and exposed to 90+ degree days to dry out the space.  

I now have a new system.

This guy is really glad.

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[D]

What a stunning photograph. Is it a stick insect or Locust?

[Pumpkinsunrise]

lovely praying mantis! I read all of your posts and sometimes have trouble posting so just know I'm reading!!

[Anne at Shintangle Studio]

I did the same thing once, ferrying a 50 gallon plastic barrel of water in the back of my Jeep from home to horses on pasture a few km (I'm Canadian) away. I slowed down to take the turn on the highway, saw someone coming up behind me way too fast, took that turn too sharply and too fast . . . Oh well.
My condolences on the passing of your dear dog. I went through that last fall with our old Australian Shepherd (my husband called her "The World's Best Dog") and a good old horse and a dear kitten who was with us only a couple of months. It's hard. But they give us such a lot. Your Freddie was as well-loved and well-cared-for as it's possible for a dog to be.
Glad to have you posting again. I've been too distracted with other things for months to post; I'll take heart from you that it is possible to start up again.