There is an angel in Mom's garden. It's been here a long time - so long that usually it goes unnoticed. Once it was surrounded by her flowers - daffodils, pansies, columbines and cosmos, among others. But the flowers have migrated into weeds - purple vetch and white daisies and long grass - which shroud the angel and child during most of the year. The day was rather warm today and the piles of snow began to melt. It was with a slight surprise when, around four, I looked out the window as evening came on, diminishing the light, and saw the angel across the lawn in the garden.