I adore public sculptures of all kinds, but I have a soft spot for sculptures of people. (Remember one of my favorites, Magdalene?) Today J and I were at a park that I hadn’t explored before, and we came across this beautiful sculpture of a little girl. I said, “Look…she has a pocketful of posies.” He replied (a little too happily, if you ask me), “Oh, well, THAT’S bad news.” “Ring around the rosy A pocket full of posies ‘Ashes, Ashes’ We all fall down!” (If you don’t know the supposed meaning of this verse, click here to understand why J was happily “doomsday” about the little girl’s flowers.) Want…
