Lottie watched in earnest as her father, the head gardener of the large manor house estate, turned on the fountain.
They had been going around all morning fixing and turning on the many water features awakening them after their winter slumber.
‘It adds music to the garden,’ her father said in his broad Yorkshire accent.
Lottie nodded, fidgeting with her skipping rope.
Around them, the different gardens were coming alive with colourful flowers and green leaves. The sun was high and in the distance lambs were bleating.
Water bubbled forth from the fountain’s spouts, adding tinkling chimes to the music of Spring.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/03/11/13-march-2020/ with thanks).