Of course she's not really mad. I call her that affectionately.
She lives up the stairs behind a red gate with bell that jingles when you open it.
The porch is covered with flower pots
and she maintains an aviary outside her front door.
Inside, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves
and large abstract paintings.
The whole back wall is a window onto her small garden.
Where there's an old pear tree
And some naturalized lavendar,
But mostly, it's about tall roses and climbers.
Trunks of said tall roses and climbers:
If you want to sit down right now, you'll have to fight it out with Salvia dorisiana.