Happy birthday

to my sister.

D.O.P.-T.

At noon, they declared a bad air day because of the smoke, for today and tomorrow. Far too late. A drill or saw or something has been whining all afternoon over at the gutted house. It's been sunny, none of yesterday's smoky cloudiness; so I got out in the front yard and pruned back the privet tree a bit where it overhangs the grass and the amaryllis.