Our
newspaper recently ran an article about a prominent former climate-change
skeptic who has changed his mind about man-made global warming, and published a
study of lots of other studies supporting his converted views. (Your tax
dollars at work.) Mankind must be the
reason the world’s heating up, he says: look at the temperature changes since
1950!!!
To
instill just a soupçon
of sanity to the rather inane discussion of Who Caused Global Warming, I
would like to point out that:
1.
By definition, climate is always changing;
2.
137 years of even the most scrupulous
record-keeping doesn’t amount to a hill of beans, as Bogey might say, because…
3.
137 years
do not a geologic age make; and
4.
It doesn’t matter who or what is at fault—the task
now is to assess and adjust. That’s what humans do best. Theoretically. Although
we’re also excellent at the blame-laying thing, too.
I’m just sayin’.
And now government hydrologists
warn us a hefty proportion of the nation’s farmland is suffering from severe to
extreme drought. Who caused that
debacle?
Here in
southeastern North Carolina, we’re not so dry. In fact, since the 17th
of July, Oak Island has totted up 12.75-plus inches of rain (it’s raining as I
write this), which leaves us only ten or so inches below Wilmington’s “normal”
(average!) for the year so far. Based on my own ten-years-worth of weather
observations, I posit that Oak Island generally racks up less rainfall than the
Big City to our north anyway, due to sea breezes that push moisture-laden
clouds inland before they dump their loads.
Be that
as it may, the availability of fresh water for the seven-billion-and-counting
people on this planet is becoming increasingly problematic. Ergo, at the micro
level, it behooves all of us who have automatic irrigation systems to tune them
up so what we waste is whittled to the barest minimum.
Bite the
bullet and pay an irrigation guy to pop over at least once a season to check
your spray heads for coverage (no point sprinkling the street or the house) and
proper operation (sand eventually clogs nozzles and wears down rotational
gears); and to ascertain the good working order of the electrics and pipes
(solenoids, valves, pumps and clocks go bad, wires get cut, pipes shatter,
crack and clog).
Tim and I shut down our overhead
sprayers for good last year, when the price of water sinking into the ground became
onerous on Oak Island. Of our five-zone system, only the two drip zones see any
action these days. The most efficient, targeted and cost-effective aspect of
automatic irrigation, driplines put water directly where it’s needed, as opposed
to flinging it into the air to be evaporated and wind-blown. (Surprisingly,
dragging hoses around is the least wasteful of all landscape water-delivery
methods, if you don’t factor in your labor and aggravation. Which I do as
summer temperatures ramp up.)
Trouble-shooting your own drip system
is easy. Checking for malfunctioning emitters and breached, pinched and/or
clogged lines doesn’t require a degree in hydrology. Besides, with sufficient pressure,
careful zone-run timing and a few readily available supplies, a single drip
zone can be extended indefinitely, a definite boon to plantaholics.
Because a picture is worth a
thousand words, I shall show rather than tell you how to become your own
irrigation guy, in 22,000 words or less.
First you place the dripline where
you want it to go…
…and secure it to the ground,
using less-expensive-but-more-work insulation hangers (sold in boxes of 100 or
600 in the, er, insulation aisle of your home-improvement emporium). Tim demonstrates
how in three easy steps: click on the pictures because the darn things are hard to see...
Step1: Hold |
Step 2: Fold |
Step 3: Push down |
…or opt for the more-expensive-but-less-work
sod staples.
Insert the emitter tool into the
dripline thus. Listen for the snapping sound that means you’ve fully penetrated
the line. If you don’t hear it, you may not have broken all the way through,
meaning the emitter won’t go in.
Remove the tool and push in the
emitter.
Emitter on left, oops plug on right |
If you put a hole in the wrong
place, or if a plant dies or gets moved, you can stop watering a
spot that no longer needs it by exchanging the emitter for an oops plug, using
brute force.
Here’s how the line looks with
the connectors in place…
…and how it attaches to the
regular dripline.
Put an emitter (or two, if your
plants needs more than one, by using a tee) onto the business end of the
spaghetti…
…run it into the pot, and secure
it to the medium. Voilà!
If the pot no longer needs
watering, you simply remove the entire spaghetti assembly and insert an oops
plug into the hole in the big dripline. If it’s a pot you plant only
seasonally, just pinch off the spaghetti line with a cable tie, leaving it
ready to flow again next year.
If you don’t like the look of
hoses running free through the shrubbery, mulch over ’em. Just don’t forget to
check every other year or so that they haven’t started to vanish.
Look carefully, and you'll see the teeth marks |
A third problem, especially
prevalent during dry spells, is pet- or wildlife-caused breaches. The animals
hear the water, and paw and gnaw away until they reach it. Squirrels routinely
chew holes in our dripline, including the spaghetti line that fills the
birdbath. (Go figure.) If your drip zone runs at a civilized hour, stroll
through your garden when it’s on once in a while, looking and listening for
spewing where there shouldn’t be any. If your system comes on unconscionably
early, turn it on at a more convenient hour to scout for anomalies. A related
issue is the occasional emitter that pops off. Don’t bother searching for the
old one: they can travel astonishing distances. Just go get a new one to
replace the one that’s gone.
If I can add and repair
driplines—and I can—so can you. Like most of successful gardening, irrigation
boils down to paying attention, learning a few techniques, and having the right
tools. And that’s really all there is to it.
Thanks for dropping by.
Kathy
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