Little lamb found

Look what my husband found, when he was planting some herbs for me. I’d forgotten all about this little lamb that his mother always had nestled near the patio, usually semi-hidden among her impatiens.

Without having a tear in my eye, I don’t think I can write what I think this lamb actually meant to Vivian — except to say it was a reminder of a little lost love. As you may know, we now live in Mike and Viv’s home, and have made some lovely changes to it. One change includes a kitchen courtyard, which is where the 1960-70s patio once was. And where the wee lamb has been buried and forgotten for more than a decade.

She has lost an ear, and she’s wearing thin. One more season among the herbs, then I think she has earned the right to come inside and be a Conversation Piece.