Whenever I See Your Smiling Face

This guy's image is carved for the ages in stone. I feel a bit sorry for whomever was the model for this one. The architect, or the stonemason, made him out to look like a crazed buffoon. Maybe he was a bumbling medieval magistrate who fell out of favor with the lord of the castle?

Immortalized in stone at the Château du Grand-Pressigny.

We're enjoying spectacular weekend weather and I was able to get a portion of the yard's grass cut on Saturday. Today I'll clear the rest of the yard of sticks and branches so that I can cut the remaining grass on Monday or Tuesday. I'm also hoping to get out and spray the weeds in our gravel path before they take over.

Ken and I would also like to take Callie and Bertie outdoors in an effort to get the canine used to the feline. Well put the dog's harness and leash on and hold her so she can't chase the cat and see what happens.