I have always wanted a gazing ball. I used to think they were tacky little objects, sitting in unkept yards, next to the concrete figurines of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. They have made a huge come-back, as they are now seen in many of the finest gardens. Mine is happy to sit amongst the hydrangeas, nestled in a sea of blues and greens. The reflections are amusing and lovely at the same time. I may need another one.
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