For my mother holding a hose is like relaxation therapy.
When we were growing up you'd see her out in the yard, hose in hand almost in a trance.
She would often be chewing on her thumb, in a world of her own, finding the flow of water quite hypnotic.
I could see her point as I watched the gardeners giving the produce at Delectable Queensland at South Bank a drink this morning.
Before the crowds arrive there is quite a team making sure the thousands of plants are looked after. I love the water dripping off this lemon plant.
I tried to catch Mum's love of gardening. Epic fail. If a plant in the garden can't survive on water from the sky around my place it will not survive.
The couple in pots have my mother to thank for their existance. She takes pity on them and throws water their way when she comes for the weekly Sunday roast.
Hosing down rumours, that I can do. Hosing down plants, I'm afraid I'll have to leave that to others.