I adore fountains; in some respects, I am the opposite of a pyromaniac. Each year, I have tackled one of the flower beds that the owners of our farm, once removed, must have tended to lovingly. The next ones, not at all, so the flowerbeds became mini-jungles, more eyesore than anything else. This year, I was determined I’d have me a fountain and broached the subject with the Mallowman as the clearing out part of the project began. His response was, “not no but h^%l no—I am not running out electricity to that bed, I am not hassling with a fountain, just no, no, no, no, no.” I was the model of self-restraint and did not push back (at least not too much) but I was sorely disappointed. A couple of weeks later, in the middle of the night, I woke up with a possible solution, got up and googled “solar powered fountains”. Well, there were quite a number of them. Most of them were very tacky, the few I liked were very expensive. BUT—you could buy a “solar powered fountain kit” for about $50.00. A container from Lowe’s and voilà—a little garden fountain for under $80.00 bucks.
As soon as it started working when I set it up this afternoon, I came running into the house to get Sherod to come see. He’d just sat down and with some sighing and rolling of eyes, he finally graciously hauled himself out of his comfortable chair and followed me. As I’d unpacked all the pump gear and assembled it, he’d been mightily unconvinced. Imagine, then, my utter delight, when he cracked a smile big enough I could see his dimple. Life is sweet, sweet, sweet.