My older daughter was a sweet heart and set up my mother’s concrete statue of Mary. We discussed a few possible locations, and decided on the space beside the mock orange, at the clothes line platform.

I had done some clean up there, then mulched the area, so she moved the mulch and tried to dig down to place the block.

She found a stump of a root, so she placed the block with one of the openings over the root, then stuffed the openings with straw mulch.

She also found…

A whole bunch of strange things buried under there.

One of these sticks is actually a long bone!

So now Mary has a new home.

Also, I have the best daughters. :-)

The Re-Farmer