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

It was so rainy and gloomy, the dog didn't get a walk. So he apparently attacked the kitchen trash after I'd gone to work that night, and thoroughly decorated the floor with the contents.

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

Rain and high wind did in a nice pine tree at a house on my way back from the bus stop; I found it lying across the lawn and the sidewalk. It had been growing lots of new silvery-green needles, poor thing. It didn't get watered all summer because the house was sold and they spent all summer gutting it and let the garden go. But I don't know whether that was a factor.

D.O.P.-T.

It was 28 degrees by our outdoor thermometer when I got home this morning. Everything was covered in ice crystals. The fallen tree has been chopped up to fit on the lawn, and was coated in ice. Birds peeped plaintively.