Our fountain was off rather more than it was on this summer. We like the sound of water, I don't like cleaning the filter. So here is a dry Goddess basking in the sun amidst the roses. We bought the fountain as a reaction to discovering all the fish deceased after returning from a summer vacation. The pump had packed up. I'll just point out the golden berberis on the far right. It is thirty five years old, surviving dogs, children and drought. Safer than fish and no filters to clean. Sharp prickles however. 'Berberis thunbergii Aurea' I've written in an old diary.
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