Along the Wasatch Front there are a series of communities linked by an irrigation system. We're linked in other ways, too, by roads, electric grids, natural gas lines (at least, where we live...), and culinary water. But our irrigation system is not something everyone in our state enjoys, the same way we enjoy and use roads, power and drinking water. No, we're a little different when it comes to how we water our lawns and gardens.
You know you're old when you can say things like, "I remember when..." and then you tell a story about how life "used to be," when you describe an existence that those youngsters couldn't possibly understand. For my mom, it was her remembering when they brought electricity to her house. She also remembered the time when running water and inside bathrooms were added to her home. I can not imagine life without power or indoor plumbing. But she could.
I suppose to the new generation, they could not understand a life without cable TV, cellphones, or the internet. Yet, in my youth, we had none of those things. Another change that I've seen in my years is the evolution of irrigation systems. When we first moved to our neighborhood people watered their lawns and gardens by diverting water from a mountain creek. I believe there were holding ponds where the water was collected and then it would be sent on its way down the hill. People had water rights, or times when they could divert the water even further onto their own property. It was pretty ingenious.
I can't remember when, but at one point we were introduced to "Weber Water." I suppose it was called that because it came from the Weber River up north and east. We're lucky enough to have two water systems that come to our property, one for drinking and one for making our grounds beautiful. It's a fantastic system. In other parts of the state, they use drinking water for their yards.
Tonight we tested our system. We turned it on and made sure all the sprinkler heads were still working correctly. I guess spring has arrived after all.