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

The neighbor on the other side trimmed his two tall bushes to the bone again, so I have to gather up the debris on our side and bin it. I feel sorry for his bushes; one of them is trying to escape through a knothole in the fence.

D.O.P.-T.

Whatever the weather site says, it was dark when I got up last night, and it was chilly waiting for the bus this morning, and there are lots of clouds in the morning sky and there's that whitish cast over the blue sky now.