This is a sad commentary on my cleaning-up habits in the fall.
You put the garden away tidy, right?
Well, I did when I was thirty.
Now, not so much. Okay, now not at all.
Poor Buddha took a hit from a passing bird. I'm not sure whether it's respectful to place a sunhat on his head so I guess I'll go along with the thought that Buddha is gentle and forgiving.
Anyway, it's so mooshy out there that I can't do any serious tidying up of plant or deity, so I'll wait.
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