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

There's a father at the park I've seen on walkies, trying to teach his two young sons to play tennis. I suspect they live in one of the houses across the street. He wears a Superman shirt and totes a basket of tennis balls, looking wearily resigned as one kid tries in vain to hit it over the net and the other whams it into the fence at the side of the court with great force.

D.O.P.-T.

Cooler today, with a fresh breeze. So I tackled the backyard with the mower. It looked like mostly stalks, but I filled the bag twice.