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

Something woke me up at 7 pm. Bear wasn't in my room, so I stumbled out into the backyard in my nightie. The housemate pointed to the heap of old rug under the oleander bush - who promptly got up and trotted towards me. I brought him back to my room and went back to sleep.

D.O.P.-T.

In addition to sending out long branches in all directions, the grapevine on the chainlink fence has suddenly managed to produce at least 3 small bunches of ripe white grapes. Yum yum.