The lights arrived. The fountain filled.
And by golly, it works!
I got a particular charge out of what I assumed was a brother/sister act. At first, it looked like they were waving at the water.
Actually, the brother taught the sister to, Jedi-like, raise her arm to make the fountain waters rise. And then lower her hand to let the fountain rest for a bit.
It was cute.
Housekeeping note: This is not a hot tub. Please don’t soak your feet.
Last year, I couldn’t convince a young lady to remove her tootsies from the old fountain.
Until I told her it would make her feet turn green.