This week, the English chap put the final touches on our landscaping, which he calls a garden.

Those Brits have such a way with words.

He planted roses, a tree, shrubs and other nice looking things.

Then he topped it all off with cat mint plants.

A man after my own tastes!

Oh, the smell of cat mint. To roll around in it will be a delight.

Now if I can only figure out how to open the front door.

Being an indoor cat is not all what it's built up to be.

Later. P.