or, “How Rome Might NOT have done things”
The flashing moment of inspiration for yesterdays brief moment in the garden (in a nutshell, without all the fluff) goes like this. Wonderful, squirting, cherub-laced fountains with volumes of water . . .
To a small, backyard version featuring a defunct water pump (but only on completion of getting EVERYTHING into place) and a couple of very scared young boys hoping the koi don’t take their toes off.
Today I am keeping cool and drinking home-made ginger beer. Deflated, but not yet defeated.
Petit Paradis 