D.O.P.-T.

Temperatures are receding into the 80s. The dog is lying happily out on the lawn celebrating the longest day (I blóted earlier for Midsummer). For the past few days I've seen Mama Violet determinedly putting back food, but haven't seen her grown kittens; this morning when I went to get the Sunday paper it was still morning-cloudy and Silver was lying in the cat bed on the chair on the porch, then at midday I saw Monty was back in his spot behind the geranium pots.

( Potted succulents, grape vine, etc. at the back of the community gardens. )