This lovely mailbox ornament greets us most days on our jog around the neighborhood.
What in the world is she doing with her hands?
Was she once holding a hymnal? A Bible? A harp? Or was she always holding her hands, one slightly in front of the other, encouraging everyone with a big thumbs up as they pass by? Is she a buddy Angel, the silver spray-painted version of the Buddy Christ?
One thing is certain, if the house (which is currently vacant but always has broken glass, and even a shotgun shell once, in the yard) ever gets sold, Buddy Angel might need to come live in my yard. It’s not tacky if it’s ironic.