D.O.P.-T. (day before yesterday)

The late rains have made it an amazing rose season. The briar rose in our front yard is a waterfall of pink blooms, and a house nearby has a mini-standard of some sort of old rose with creamy open flowers with gold centers - so many, it looks like a rhododendron from a distance. The other day I walked home a different way from the bus and noticed that next to a vacant lot that must have had at least two houses on it, part of the hedge consists of a red briar rose that, leaning on neighboring shrubs and trees, has heaved itself up to what must be at least 12 feet and is shooting off blooms like a roman candle.

D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

Constantly having to pull grass whiskers out of the dogs' pelts, my laundry fresh off the line, my sheets . . .

D.O.P.-T.

That banana (?) plant next to the porch is in flower again. Maybe that's why I keep sneezing!