Selma and I spent some time last week, potting some plants up on the terrace - - I'm pretty sure that whenever we go up to water the flowers or to check on the potato plant that's growing in the compost pot, she thinks that we are gardening.
I wonder when she will realize that I have the world's lamest garden?
Maybe I've got a year, yeah? I might be able to turn things around in one year . . . .
( I think that Selma looks like cousin Molly in this picture;