SLOTH

SLOTH…

Sloth is waiting until the summer is almost over before recommissioning the fountain after its winter hibernation swaddled in various layers of plastic covers.  The object being to protect it from frost (which we rarely have) and prevent, rain, leaves and funny looking worm things sullying its inside.

I still haven’t found a satisfactory solution to this problem because every year when all the string and plastic is removed the fountain is full of dirty water, leaves and funny worm like things.  Hence the delay in tackling it.  And surely there is an easier way of getting rid of the water without scooping it out with a plastic jug?

One of my friends – when he first saw it declared I had ideas above my station.  And why not?  Imagine if I had listened to the house agent when we were buying our first house in the fifties when he said we would never be able to afford a house with a garage so why bother looking.  Just you wait, I thought.

The point about the fountain is that my ideal house would have a stream running through it.  Unfortunately the idea brings MTL out in a cold sweat.  The garden is my chapel, retreat, haven and the sound of running water was what I yearned for.  I had a windfall and MTL said,
‘If you are convinced that’s what you want be sure to get one that you can hear wherever you sit.’
  So I did.  And the lion’s have such wise kindly faces.  Shame the photo doesn’t show the water clearly.  It spouts from four orifices and spill over form the top.  Nice!