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

Once more, it's a challenge to find a moment when the backyard grass is dry enough to be cut. Meanwhile, it lies in luxuriant, damp waves, with new grass peeping out in the bare patches. And I've started hacking out the hugest dandelion rosettes.

D.O.P.-T.

The first Christmas tat is creeping into the stores. There were bags of scented pinecones outside the supermarket on Sunday; dyed cranberry red, too.