He is not the prettiest little guy and, to be honest, when I first met him I didn't take to him all that much. Over several years as he's been moved from corner to corner, pillar to post, as it were, of the garden, left out in the snow and the rain and through it all, just continued to sit there, with his chin on his knees, calmly surveying the garden, and making no comment or complaint, I've grown rather fond of him and now think of him as my silent garden buddy and, whenever I see him, he brings a smile to my face.
