|Natural Fountain Zion National Park...A Gentle Trickle|
Returning home with my bounty, I set about to enjoy the day's brilliant surprise. The first order of business was to get the fountain running. It had been on a hiatus since early November. Remove a little debris and excess water, turn on the power and voila! The magical bubbling sound...one of my obsessions. My first real memory of a fountain is the one located on Park Street in Eugene. It is wide and flat, with water that trickles over the edges like an infinity pool. The sound is gentle, persistent.
I busied myself cutting back calla lillies, cleaning up last autumn's plantings from the pots nestled on our patio. All the while, the fountain's music in the background. The music varies from fountain to fountain. There are great fountains, like Trevi Fountain in Rome where we tossed coins over our shoulder. But the ones that are most special are those tucked away, hidden in a garden...waiting to be discovered. We stayed at a Bed and Breakfast called The Bungalows in Los Cabos. There were a myriad of fountains strewn throughout the grounds. The sound of each varied greatly. Some were quietly dripping over the edge of the bowl, while others danced loudly as it splashed merrily away. It was pure delight to listen to each.
My day continued until late in the afternoon, the sun beginning to dip; the air cooled and my bedraggled pots now freshened with colorful spring blooms. Still, my fountain gurgled and babbled late into the evening. My question is: what type of a fountain am I? What does the song of my life sound like?
Enjoying Fountain Days ~ Missy