Mr. Basil

This is Mr. Basil. He lived in our garden the summer I was learning how to stand again. He grew to nearly four inches, and he ruled that bed like he owned it. Most days, you would walk right past him. He preferred it that way. But if Marty was with me, she had an eagle eye for him. She could spot him in all that green, and when she did, she would light up like a little kid — then turn to me and ask, “Do you have your camera?” G ~