D.O.P.-T.

I mowed in front and back today (and then vacuumed out the back porch room as well as the house, to get all the bits from toting the mower through to and from the driveway door). As the shadows started to lengthen, I looked through my bedroom window and saw Mama Violet sitting on the sidewalk, looking meaningfully at me. When I brought out her dinner, she had moved to the new-mown grass and was lying in it, waiting.

( The old plum tree in the back yard never used to have blossoms or fruit, but last year it had a few tentative flowers, and this spring there are several. )