As I found it

It was a mess, but I thought it had potential...

When I first saw this garden, although it was rundown and overgrown, it appealed to me. One end of the garden had high-growing plants and felt private. The greenery and a bubbling pond suggested serenity. It was so small that I thought that I could get it in shape in no time. Although I didn't like some features of the pond, I thought most of the changes would be cosmetic. But when I looked closer, I discovered that the molded pond form was not level; about three inches of the black form would always be visible on one side. So I considered completely rebuilding it—until one night I received a visit from a raccoon who pulled the pump out of the water, removed its filter and tore it into pieces. That was the end of the pond.