That's Miss Orange Gina Felina enjoying the northwest corner of our bad garden. It's deceiving, and makes it look like the emphasis should be on garden and not on bad. I might add that contributing to the badness is her and Vivani's habit of pooping in any patch of open dirt.
That's Condiment Man waiting for me to sluice off the grime before we eat dinner. You can tell we're from Berkeley by the twelve varieties of tea in our cupboard and the eighty-three jars and bottles of condiments on hand. Around-the-world dining!