I finally persuaded Timothy last week, to go with me to Lowes or "Lowells" as he calls it, to purchase my fountain. The perfect place was awaiting its arrival.
After a brief discussion--argument over which one, he wanted the hideous Southwest weird tilted stacked pots one--and I wanted the dark 3 tiered tasteful one. Let's just say I won.
We put it together without incident, which in the Hampton household is nothing short of a miracle.
Here she is:
I chose plants that like part shade, for which they thanked me. I think they are called "New Guinea Impatients" and they are lovers.
I added all this lovely granite. I worked for three hours, shoveling it from the side yard, hauling it in a big bucket and carefully spreading it. Where was Tim you ask? at work, praising God, he didn't have to do it.
I added a few stones in the basin for interest and because HGTV would want me to.
This is the ugly one, Tim wanted.
I love my fountain, I love sitting in my dining room with the window open listening to its happy bubbly voice.