I’m an Aquarius.
I don’t know what that means other than I love water.
Last spring I found this guy:
I’ve always wanted a water feature. So I figured out how to turn this giant fish planter into a fountain using an old wine barrel. I was really happy with it.
Even added some water lettuce to brighten it up. But one day it ticked me off. I was outside playing with Oliva when I suddenly found myself flat on my back, feet in the air like so:
The overspray accumulated and a slick puddle formed beneath the fountain on the porch. I slipped and bonked my head on the cement.
Stupid fish. What if it had been my little lady who knocked herself out? So I told Oliva, “no more running on the cement.” Poor girl. No running in the house, no running outside. Sometimes a girl needs to run! I decided the fish had to go.
I grabbed a shovel, sunk a resin wine barrel planter in the flower bed and here’s the result. What do you think?