First raking of the season, in the back yard, also cutting out some of the long grass that had grown up around the low-hanging branches of the plum tree. I filled the greenwaste bin nicely, topping it off with a few huge toadstools from the front yard. That, or the pair of ladies who came along, chatting with lowered masks, on their way to the rent house next door—the ping of the ubiquitous cellphone alerted me just in time to jump back, and I don't think they even registered I was there—startled poor Monty off the porch. I put out fresh food for him before walking the dog, and just saw him at dusk polishing it off with a wary eye on me peeping around the curtains.

Large foot for scale.

Large foot for scale.