D.O.P.-T.

By 1:00, it was over 80 in our back porch room. I've opened my side window a few inches for the first time this season. Monty was sleeping almost on his back behind the potted geraniums, one front paw curled gently in the air. The dog came out to lie on the grass, moved to the shade on the concrete path, then padded in all by herself. There are suddenly clouds of blossoms on the cotoneaster.

( The foliage poking through and above the neighbor's fence turned out to be hibiscus. )