Sconset lawn, eight zones
Old clock ran every head at once. We split the manifold, recut two laterals, and the well holds through a dry week.
Well-fed zones · 02554
Three people. Twelve seasons on island wells. David walks the manifold first — pressure, backflow, then the clock. Nobody guesses a zone from the truck window.
Heads, drip, and the clock that runs them. Salt air and a shallow well change the math — we spec for that, not a mainland catalog.
New pipe, heads, and a controller sized to the well’s actual gallons — not a guess from the driveway.
Spring charge, fall blow-out. Island freeze hits the laterals first; we clear them before they split.
Rain sensors, Wi-Fi clocks, broken solenoids. We keep the program, then fix the part that actually failed.
Nantucket water is finite. We measure recovery, then write a zone map that does not suck the well dry at 2 p.m. in August. That is the job, not a prettier lawn brochure.
Short tickets. Real laterals. No invented five-star quotes — the kind of jobs that come back every spring.
Old clock ran every head at once. We split the manifold, recut two laterals, and the well holds through a dry week.
Spray was staining the shingles. Drip under the mulch, rain sensor on the eave, beds stay wet without a puddle on the walk.
Prior blow-out left water in a low lateral. We mapped the sag, added a drain, and the pipe made it through February.
Clear-technical order. The well writes the map. The trench comes second.
We time the well, not a catalog GPM. If eight heads starve it, the clock gets split before anyone digs.
Laterals marked on the turf. You walk the line with David. Nothing is buried on a guess from the truck.
Program, rain sensor, a live run. You leave with a zone map taped inside the controller door.
Too many heads on one station. We recut the manifold and the recovery holds through a dry week.
Beds go to drip. The walk stays dry. The cedar stops taking a daily bath.
A sag held water after a rushed blow-out. We map the low, add a drain, and it makes the freeze.
Type the digits. David calls about the zone — no calendar widget, no mailing list.