D.O.P.-T.

Walking home on a somewhat chilly morning, I waved to the woolly dog's people - they have a second new woolly dog, and now walk them together. Then I caught sight of Mr. and Mrs. Mallard, foraging in the parking lot near the pool. Last week the pool roomba was floating on the surface like a dead fish; this week, even though leaf fall is pretty much over for the season, the groundsmen hauled it out and instead unrolled the pool cover strips. Maybe it was to deter the ducks and not because the roomba got sick. But I have confidence they will find a way around the difficulty. There are also new leaves on the trunk of the poor tree that the tenants of one house decided to chop down to a torso when it was in full blossom.