Today, it said "Thank You."
When we moved in I bought a dozen different tall bearded Iris from Schreiner's of the Beautiful Iris Catalogs. Most of them did not survive, because my definition of "not-too-moist, well-drained soil" is most people's definition of "the Mojave Desert". The Iris died of thirst. I killed an innocent Salvia greggii at the same time, as I remember. This Salvia x 'Ultra Violet' has gotten better treatment, probably because I still feel guilty about that S. greggii. The S. greggii label did say "don't over water", but again, I translated "don't over water" as Sahara-like conditions.
By chance, a couple of the doomed dozen Iris survived, a blue/purple one, and a very pale lavender/blue, and one yellow that survived underneath a Baccharis 'Twin Peaks' that overran it, but also shaded it. Finally eleven years on, the yellow Iris has a decent spot in which to grow. Today, as the sprinkler hit it, it said "Thank you."
Sometimes plants are as forgiving as dogs. Not always, but sometimes.