Sprinklers

Let's sleep out.

Such magical words to the youngest (not the baby of) in the family. That meant that I would finally get to share a room with someone, even if the room was a rectangle trampoline covered in layers of blankets and heaps of sleeping bags.

While the smell of skunk ridden beagle will always remind me of these nights, (a moment of silence for Ribbons please) so will one other crucial event.

5 AM- the time when the sprinklers would sprout up, even though my dad swore he had turned them off.

For years to follow I would always hate automatic sprinklers equating them to nothing more than a wet wake up call. However, in recent memory I now have a much broader understanding of horticultural irrigation systems.

Remember that time when my husband woke up at 7 AM on a Saturday (something he likely hadn't done since his mission) to trench our yard for sprinklers?

I do, mostly because he said- here,

"I'll use this: And you can use this:"

I however, fell for it. He usually doesn't trust my hand eye coordination with much more than loading the dishwasher. At any rate, the sprinklers are in and my stories about them expanding. (his version of this story, although similar may or may not be identical)