I kept running all over the courtyard trying to catch her "hair". Finally I just trashed it. The very amusing part of that face is some people think it's a strange form of mailbox and leave messages and invitations there that we don't find until spring.
Later I'll take a photo of the interior, with a ruler showing, so you can see the size allocated for the roots. Clearly it wasn't a gardener who designed it.
Wouldn't you think that I'd find something after more than 20 years?
