Nestled in the corner of the sunroom surrounded by walls of windows with woods beyond, our old fountain brings the soothing sound of a babbling brook right on in — almost as if we can hear Little Plum Creek as it moves along just down past the trees. I spotted bubbles glistening in the fountain today — fleeting beauty here one moment and gone the next. I watched them for quite a while, and I'm thankful I didn’t miss their shine. It’s the little things that add so much joy to life!
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