The little lad in the garden...

A couple of years ago I found this old fountain in 2 pieces in a junk yard. It isn't functional but when put back together it was absolutely charming. It sits in one of the garden areas amidst tiny cottages, gnomes, and roses galore and I like to think of him as the little lad who visits and drinks from the fountain and maybe takes a few flowers home to his mum. Everything is alive in my garden, if only to me.