Isn't her pretty? I found her years ago-- hand casted and painted by a sculptor who lives in the Artic half of the year and Boulder the other. The lemons are mine. Depending on her mood, her basket is sometimes filled with nuts. Sometimes fancy soaps. Sometimes walnuts... or olives. She's fairly moody. (You can see it in her eyes... hmmmm?) (there...just for you, Theeeeee.)
