I called this guy my “Garden Troll”. His face always full of wry good humor mocking me… He sat atop a sundial pedestal from which the sundial had long been discarded. No matter. He never concerned himself with dates and times and appointments. Neither did I. I forgot where he went…perhaps underground in the Secret Garden as is the habit of trolls. Or…perhaps I left him behind at the old house. I left many things there.