One day I passed one of the dumpsters where I work and saw an organic shape that drew me in. It turned out to be a ceramic sculpture that had been an operating fountain that sat inside one of the buildings. Somebody must have decided it didn't fit their decor. I called a friend with a truck and hauled it home. It now sits in my shade garden amongst the Obedient Plants, Jacob Cline Monarda, and Inland Sea Oats. Often, people visiting my garden wonder what kind of plant it is, and that makes me think it has found the right home.