Think back, way back, to the yard of your childhood and running through your sprinkler. Ours was always placed down from our garage. It connected to our actual pump house at our farm site. To the side was our clothes line (which did not see much use that I recall). Down farther was the garden off the field, with a strawberry patch. Our house was white with blue trim. We had ACRES of lawn and many old out buildings. The sprinkler was NOT typically put into action to actually water the lawn, because there was way too much grass for that.
Marly takes a refreshing sprinkler drink.
While the Twinners squealed with delight... Mark and I were perched on our front walk with a cold beer in hand. For 45 minutes we didn't even need to get our butts off our seats to chase after a Twinner. Eventually, Marly squirted Dean in the face and he ran over crying. Mark had to teach him to squirt Marly back.