What Is So Rare as a Day in June, the poet James Russell Lowell asked. Yesterday was as perfect for me as any day on earth is going to be. In the first place, the weather cooperated. The sky was azure, the trees, newly green. My family spent the day with me and set up my birthday present in the container garden–a beautiful little boy and little girl fountain. Water pours from the boy’s jug and splashes down over rocks. Two lights illuminate the pools at night. It reminds me of the sound of a creek rippling over rocks. I can imagine how it will attract birds and butterflies and how we all will enjoy sitting on the porch and listening to it.
We’ve gotten through a long, cold winter. Spring is here and hope is in the air. When I look at the fountain, that’s what I think of: peace, hope, the eternal cycle of nature. I wanted to share a bit of that with you this morning.
So once again, Matt, Dawn, Sara, and Nathan, thank you for a wonderful birthday gift and for the love it represents. The gift, like the day, was perfect.
It was our pleasure.
You guys are special!
What a pretty little fountain! !
Thanks, Miss! Yes, it is pretty and I really enjoy it.