Hi Margaret, He was the only thing in the yard when I arrived here aside from a few pallets stacked in the patchy grass, a handful of crocus and three sad random tulips. The previous resident asked me not to move him, so I gave him a tiny pool to gaze at and started planting.
He’s nearly engulfed now by the foliage around him…it gives me an excuse to cut lots of hosta leaves and bring into the house.
Your boys were the inspiration for the prayer beads. :-)