D.O.P.-T.

The weather pundits have apparently said the inch and a half of rain we've had may be it for the season; I hope they're as wrong as they usually are, but resumed watering today in any case, in addition to the potted plants I always do on Sunday. In preparation for Yule, I also tidied up in the front and side yards and swept the sidewalk and the end of the driveway again; I waded into the thicket and retrieved and returned three balls from next door. I also found the landlord of the rent house on the other side had chopped off a lot from the camellias, including many flowers that were already opening, and left them in the side yard. His tenants' loss.

( Plane trees softening a road bridge. )

First night of Yule

As the last tendrils of a pale pink sunset were fading, I blóted in the still, quiet back yard for Mothers' Night, with the first of a bottle of rosé.