So our little pond across the street has had a minor facelift this past week. Along now with a gate to keep visitors out past midnight, they have put in a fountain. I quite like it, I have to say. I was walking the dogs last night, when I noticed the fountain was lit. It was so pretty that I had to take a picture. The picture looks a little foggy, though. I guess I've always had a thing for fountains. I remember one Christmas how I kept on and on about a particular fountain that I wanted. Of course, Santa got it for me; I could just lay on my bed and listen to the water all day if I could. There's just something about the sound that I find really soothing. One day, when I have my own home, I'm going to make sure to have a little pond in my yard complete with a fountain and little fishies. I miss the little fish I kept in Cindy's little pond. Those little buggers weathered several freezes, but were poisoned by leaves. Who knew leaves could be so toxic?