One Cherub is holding some wheat in his hands. I need to rearrange that area of the garden with plantings of catnip and a small pink rose such as the knock out roses to surround him.
They are probably from the 1930s - 1950s. And boy I tell you they weigh a ton. But I'm still recovering from surgery and missed the chance to help pick them up and place them in the garden. Thanks to Ray, and our dolly they performed that task.