Here's a statue of St. Francis of Assisi that we brought from my parents' house. My folks had this statue for so long that I can't even remember when they got it. St. Francis sat outside their kitchen between the patio were the ferals ate dinner and the slope where the birds found their seed and birdbath, regularly replenished with loving care by my mom, even when she had trouble getting around.
Poor St. Francis has had some damage over the years, and his head is liable to fall off when squirrels climb on him, but so far we have been able to keep him going. Now he is watching over the spiderwort, the little cluster of green with the purple bloom you see in front of him. Medicinally, the spiderwort is said to relieve the pain of insect bites and stings—hence, probably, its name.
This picture was taken yesterday. Today, there are about three more purple blooms on the plant. Since it's a native plant, we are hoping it will spread, but so far it seems content to hang out in one spot, near St. Francis.