Francine is still my favorite. She does tend to take over the space and not seem to care.
One day I found her sleeping in the opening to the old house. I was worried she was dead, but nope. Then I wondered if she was stuck, nope. She was just seriously sleeping in the opening - looked so uncomfortable.
Thanks to the Boyd and his backhoe, we were able to get the garden going earlier than last year. Now, if my seeds would just germinate, I would be happy.