When It Rains, She Pours

Waterlogged garden thanks to ‘’helpful’’ neighbor

Upon turning into his driveway Monday night, after a wash-out weekend, my friend Scott grimly beheld the aftermath of the inundation.

Notwithstanding the preceding three-day deluge — which had miraculously ceased upon the cessation of his “vacation” — Scott was floored by the extent of the flooding.

His beds of pansies and petunias were water-logged; muddy rivulets ran down the asphalt and sloshed against his wheels.

His tomato plants were super-saturated; overflow from their pots merged into the stream of mysterious origin that was spattering dirt on the sides of his newly washed car.

Whence the outflux? Scott wondered whilst he surveyed the scene.

He soon discovered the source: alongside the border of the driveway lay his garden hose — at full length and in fine flow.

Taped to Scott’s front door was a note from his nervy neighbor, Sarah, who, the week prior, had audaciously earmarked his most robust tomato plant.

While you were away, I watered the garden, just in case the rain let up before my tomatoes got enough to drink.

P.S. How do you shut off the hose?