Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the landscape not a sprinkler head leaked, not even a valve.
The water bloggers were all nestled in their beds while visions of water savings danced in their heads.
And the irrigation tech in her work boots and I in my irrigation app, had just winterized the system for a long winter nap;
when out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my laptop to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw back the slash.
The moon, on the breast of new-fallen snow, gave a luster of midday to objects below, when, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature rain sensor and eight tiny high efficient nozzles very near.
With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Hydro Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name: “Now, Weathermatic, now WeatherTrak, now Hunter, now Ewing! On Precision Spray, on Flow Sensor, on Cycle and Soak!
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, now, dash away, dash away dash away all!”
Merry water savings to all and to all a good night!