Having lived in a concrete box in the sky for 6 years, I now find myself having near-pornographic fantasies about tending a garden. My parents have the luxury of a beautiful backyard, and a nighttime watering ritual which always seems the high point of my dad’s day. To my dismay, though, they’re anything but environmentalists; the 40 mins of watering is all done from a tapped hose. Trying to talk to them of rain barrels elicits conversation-changing questions about work or my personal life. I’ve given up on them, but rain barrels now figure quite prominently in said near-porno gardening fantasies. This website features some excellent tips on setting up a system, and has me eyeing the nearby park somewhat lasciviously.

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