True selflessness is that my mom always sits facing the house.
If you sit outside, and your back is to the house, it is nothing but greens and browns and trees and sky.
If you sit outside and you face the house, it is siding, an unkempt garden and a broken porch.
There is only one seat that faces the house and she always puts herself there, while the rest of us talk gaily and enjoy a late summer dinner under the Lime Tree, with a view of gardens and trees and green.
We don't argue; She doesn't point it out.
But she always sits facing the house.