Ponderings by Picasso
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.