A Brass Misting Valve: Part 9

Moving past the seedling shelves, I climbed an iron stay cable up to the glasshouse overhead catwalk. Suspended among the high humid foliage, an antique brass misting nozzle had caught sideways on a loose suspension wire. The water line was pinched, holding back the vapor. I took a low, balanced stance across the narrow metal rail. With steady fingers, I grasped the knurled brass collar and lifted the wire loop clear. The valve pivoted upright with a quiet click, releasing a fine, cool plume of mist that drifted across the ferns below. #Ashokahtano #StarWars #Jenner #StarWars