D.O.P.-T.

[weofodthignen]

I think we only got the one small shower of rain—but again, Los Altos got none. (Maybe their rain gauge is broken?) The leaves are back out front as if I'd never swept. At least they look pretty. A front garden across the street has been newly black-plasticked; but judging by the sacks of soil they have weighting it down, they'll be putting in raised beds. And I have lots of seeds from the nasturtiums they used to have.