The 8th reason I love Katherine is a subterranean marvel far more interesting than that!

A network uncharted and mostly mysterious, of varying sizes, ages, creators, and purposes.

Kilometres of black piping snakes its way through many of our backyards, onto verges, under footpaths.

We call the mid-year period the ‘dry season’, but perhaps it should better be known as the ‘sprinkler season’.

Nowhere else I have lived on earth has such an abundance of human directed water onto lawns and gardens. Perhaps I misspeak.

Nowhere else where water is so scarce are we directing it with digital controls, propelling it through pipes and throwing it through the air to keep our lawns green.

Clearly, this time, by ‘love’ I mean ‘fondly mystified by’.

I come from a part of Australia where building a house required water collection and reuse measures.

Where watering restrictions such as the ones begun in Katherine recently have been in place since before the turn of the millenium.

And what is it about the sprinklers in use in the heat of the day? Katherine, I do love you, but there must be something in the water.

St Paul’s Anglican Church meets on Sundays at 9am with kids church. All welcome.