It was another hot one.
Self felt quite beyond the effort to water and plant (one new lantana and one new Euphorbia “Tasmanian Tiger”)
She was doing chores in Menlo Park and decided to splurge on
A hose. In fact, the mother of all hoses.
The Man has patched up the old one in numerous places, so that it doesn’t even look like a hose anymore — it looks like the victim of a car accident, all done up in grey plaster. Or maybe like a piece of conceptual art, green and grey, coiled fetchingly on the dry brown grass.
She decided to be bold! She wondered how much a really good hose would cost — one that didn’t spring a leak after one summer’s worth of watering.
She tried the Ace Hardware on Santa Cruz Avenue and found, tucked away on the lowest shelf way way waaay in the very back of the store, this beautiful green garden hose, touted as “the last hose you will ever buy, treated and sealed to protect against mold and abrasion, all weather construction for year round flexibility, made up of patented foam layers for added flexibility and resistance to kinks, over 500 psi burst strength, heavy-duty collar, machined full-flo brass couplings, 8 ply . . . ”
Mmmm, it did look like a very thick hose.
She lugged it to the front.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.