Spring has sprung with a vengeance – flinging us from 40ºF to 84ºF in the blink of an eye. I have stare-downs from the kitchen table with the garden gnome. Is it just me, or has he moved since I last mentioned him here? I’m pretty sure he does that just to freak me out. I wonder if he’s getting help from my husband.
I’ve said it before: I have a black thumb. I kill silk plants. But despite my best efforts – despite the once-in-a-lifetime snowfall and hard freeze we had here in Houston this past winter, and the fact that I haven’t come within 15 feet of that herb garden since last November, the oregano, dill, Italian parsley, and peppermint all appear to be thriving. I probably shouldn’t tempt fate, but I picked up some habañero pepper and “ornamental Thai pepper” (that look suspiciously like my nearly dead pequin pepper) plants, and it’s time to brush off the blanket of dead live oak leaves and declare it the season of rebirth.
Not too shabby for a gardener who hasn’t got a clue, eh? I just stick green things in the dirt and hope for the best. I scatter random seeds and hope for the best. This year, I threw in some basil, radishes, marigolds, and passion flowers. Add decent potting soil, water, and sunshine. Water regularly but sparingly – and occasionally hit the local peanut-farming squirrels in the face with a spritz from the ol’ sprayer nozzle. Before you call the SPCA on me, know that the peanut farmers lie in wait for me, just above my pequin pepper tree, and pelt me on top of the head with peanuts. They do not deserve your mercy.
Apparently, garden spray nozzles suffer the same way drip coffee makers do from minerals in the water around here. Though it still works fine, our 9 pattern sprayer is covered in a fine layer of calcium. Looks a lot like our adjustable shower head. Its days are numbered – not that it’s going to break, but it may need a good, long soak in white vinegar. So when I got a chance to add the Gardenite 10 Pattern Metal Triggerless Thumb Control Nozzle to my arsenal, I jumped at it. In a field of organic brown and green gardening implements, my new metal nozzle stands out with its bright red baked enamel finish. What a fun color, eh? Harder to lose in the grass, too.
It’s not all that different from my husband’s, but it does have 10 patterns to his 9. The grip is rubberized and feels nicely balanced in my hand. Unlike many other nozzles, you use your thumb to control the water pressure; you don’t have to squeeze the trigger like you’re pumping your own gas. It’s much easier on your hands, but doesn’t provide much strength training.
You may be wondering what on earth all those patterns are for; after all, when we were kids, we just blocked the stream with our thumb to back up the flow and make it come out in a harsh, semi-circular, spray pattern before aiming it at a friend’s face on a hot day. Now we have ten patterns and easy, thumb-controlled pressure flow – it’s like going from a $0.99 plastic water gun to a Nerf Super Soaker. You’ll find serious gardeners talking about how you can use this for everything from gently washing the toy poodle to “sluicing a wheelbarrow” to washing the mud off your ATV, but I’m here to tell you all you really wanted to know about those fancy patterns:
I resist an urge to gloat. My husband might ask me to water all the landscaping. With that thought, it becomes “our” nozzle. I can share. Or challenge him to a Romulan water hose duel. Nozzle set to Angle…