The Lady of the Lamp

This gal resides permanently on our pergola.

Day after day, week after week ... okay, forever and always ... she stares blankly ahead, expressionless, emotionless, in fact everything-less (limited vocubulary moment).

Thought I'd catch her out in the fading light, but she gave me such a look as if to say, "P-lease, who bought the solar powered light-up butterflies? I'm here all day to add a bit of class to this so-called garden and you expect me to put up with this common-ness. I am NOT amused".