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

Enormous mushrooms have sprouted in the front lawn. I suppose this says good things about the amount of rain we got.

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

I can see the leaves falling from the tree in the backyard, and hear them rustling past each other and onto the concrete and the old barbecue grill. And the grass is pushing up through the dog poop.