Jon bought the angel at a yard sale a few years ago. She made her way from place to place around the farm for a year or so. But now she’s settled in the woodshed.
She sits in the window looking out over the farm when I stack the fire wood in the shed during the summer.
And this time of year, the wood behind her slowly dwindles as I move it into the house and make fires in the wood stoves.
I think of her as a kind of fetish, a totem of the woodshed, helping to keep us warm and safe during the cold dark winters.
