My Mother bought this little garden boy for her herb garden over 30 years ago. And there he lived, through the years, happily oblivious to weathers' deteriorating elements. Although Mom put him in the garden shed for the winter. When my Mother got sick and was unable to care for her beautiful garden any longer, I did the best I could to give it "long distance" care, but eventually I was faced with the heartwrenching task of digging the garden up. It was difficult, but many plants came home to my garden to live. And this garden boy came home to live with me too!! Acid rain had really worked on the upper parts of him, and gave him a lot of character!! But he would no longer live outside, especially because I wished to save him. So he resides now in my home, safe and sound, a poignant reminder of the times gone by. I named him Tristan, and his roaming days are over for now.