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

For some weeks now, the chickens have either been confined behind the large, solid gate to the side and backyard, or are gone. I suspect the latter - no crowing noises. I miss them. But the grass is happy.

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

However, we did have an interesting encounter on walkies with Yoda, the Himalayan cat. S/he and Bear attempted to fight through a tiny trellis fence. Neither was able to reach the other - there was some vegetation on the cat's side, too, so I couldn't see whether a light saber appeared.

D.O.P.-T.

The beans have now been consumed. I hope to harvest more today. Some of the plants have had to fight their way out from under the morning glories, which have now also manifested a deep pink variant - only it also has a white center. In any event the beans are bravely waving their little cream flowers at the base of this riot of purple and pink, so I hope they will suddenly make beans the way the ones in the pot in the driveway did.