Do you remember Angelica?
She stood watch over my back garden for many, many years.
Finally, because of her increasing fragility, she retired.
This year, she felt ready to resume part-time work.
She stands propped against a tree in the rock garden.
She's protected from buffeting winds.
Waldo is nearby for company.
Bob says she resembles a scarecrow more than an angel.
(I told him not to speak this slur when close to Angelica.)
She's a bit weathered, but who of us isn't?
And her heart is in the right place.
She's both an angel and a star!
Angelica is very wabi-sabi.
I love her.