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

I planted morning glories along the back fence some years ago: white with deep pink stripes radiating from the centre. They've kept coming back, but haven't been happy with the lack of strings or poles to climb, or with my not drenching that flowerbed every day, and they've come back tiny, like the wild creeping convolvulus. So this year I decided to add new ones, behind the beans against the side fence as well. These have come up ok, but the package picture was deep pink - however the flowers are purple some days, pale pink other days.

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

Sunday night was windy again - the store door was banging and the door alarm got triggered at least once - but not as wild as the night a week or so ago. Then when I accompanied Bear out after breakfast, I found a dozen more of those mysterious fruits scattered across the lawn: not as far from the back fence this time, a bit riper, and three grouped together deep in the grass against the side fence. The first find followed that very windy night. So now I wonder whether they aren't in fact being blown off over the fence? The tree is maybe 10 feet from the fence, though, and short, as apricot trees tend to be. And the first time, I found a few right next to the fence. So I am still puzzled.

D.O.P.-T.

We almost took Bear to the emergency vet on Sunday in case they had failed to find the grass seed. He sneezed blood out a few more times, and any exertion would make him huff-snorfle again. He was weak on walkies so we cut it very short. But the blood continued to diminish - although the carpets and my sheets will never be the same - and was only a few tiny drops once yesterday. And he seems happier and stronger.