I heard a symphony as I stepped from my car.
So many sounds. Soft and soothing , yet exhilarating.
The instruments had no strings. Water was playing.
Water moving in various volumes at different tempos.
Each instrument was unique in it’s shape and sound.
How could anyone just choose one and break up this band.
I never thought of fountain sounds before.
There is usually only one playing a solo.
Not at White House Garden Center in Cornelius, North Carolina.
Here, there are dozens performing together.
Each is as lovely to look at as to listen to.
I went there on an errand and had an adventure.
If you are searching for a fountain.
You will probably find the fountain of your dreams there.