This is my Saint Francis statue surrounded by morning glories. Fortunately, he’s plaster and not concrete. That’s because he’s big…3 feet tall. I bought him at the mall a decade ago, and there’s no freakin way I could have carried him to my car if he weren’t plaster. That was heavy enough! Can you see how happy he is among the faery statues and pentacles in my gardens? Yeah, he’s one of the good guys.