D.O.P.-T.

It went down to 36 during the night; after I roused the poor dog from her slumber on my bed to take her out before closing the house up, the grass in the backyard looked frosty. But I still watered it this afternoon. The raccoons were very determined yesterday evening, too. Grey kitten needs to eat faster; I put the kibble bowl out again for it after retrieving it from the first raccoons, but then had to take it away again a few minutes later when the dog alerted me that they'd returned—up the steps from the other side of the porch, this time.

( Leaves appearing on the ground. )