(A plant murderer that is.)
It was in that same post that I professed my love for succulents.
(Because I can't kill them.)
(And that makes me feel good about myself. I don't actually aspire to be a murderer, you know.)
In light of these revelations, I need some advice. Sitting in the back corner of our garden is this:
And when it's working properly, it is positively lovely.
As I sit at my "desk" doing my work (no, not the murdering; that's more of a hobby), I can look out upon it and enjoy the pleasant sound of water flowing from its concrete tiers.
As you've probably already guessed, the key words here are when it's working properly. Because the other 90% of the time, that sucker is nothing more than a giant cement eyesore.
Which is why I am trying to convince my husband that we should do this:
Or perhaps this:
Aren't they pretty?! I saw them at the San Diego County Fair and fell. in. love. (!)
My husband, however, is not sold.
He loves the sound of flowing water and seems perfectly content to settle for 10% of the time over nothing.
As for me, if I can't repurpose the fountain into a succulent planter, then I just want to get rid of it.
(Because as far as I'm concerned, the back corner of the garden would be a perfect place to throw the bodies.)
So, internet, what would you do?