Spillage
I wish I was a better judge of flow. In other words, how much time does it take to transfer a given amount of water from the city mains to the top (or bottom) of our backyard pond. This evening, I noticed that the levels were a little low (evaporation) so I heaved in one end of the garden hose and cranked the valve to full, and then promptly forgot all about it.
Until bedtime, where I lay in bed, wondering about the sound of a running stream nearby. Wait, we don’t live near a stream. The only one in the neighbourhood was driven underground years ago, when they built the new school and foodstore complex (it’s complicated). Put on some street clothes and out to see a new bog beside the pool, as water jetted out of the skimmer.
Common sense tells you that a garden hose has a fixed amount of water available for bog making, but watching the new fountain, I was impressed. It’s all about perspective. I stopped the hose, dragged the blue drain hose (with its own fountain display, because the things crack about halfway through each season) and returned my captured water to the city. I’m sure they know what to do with it.
Now, the way to avoid such things in future is to simply “keep an eye on it” but that would be so mundane. Sometime between now and frost, I’ll do this all over again. It goes with my status as amateur pool guy. And in the end, a little spilled water is probably good for, well, something.
