D.O.P.-T. (day before yesterday)

[weofodthignen]

Note to self: Don't do morning glories on poles again without somewhere for them to go to from there. Three poles are now leaning seriously from the weight of the plants, one I think held up mainly by the vines linking it to the adjacent one, and I was unsuccessful in shoving it upright. More happily, at various points they are encroaching on the neighbors' airspace, including at the corner where they are invading the copper beech analogue in the diagonally opposed yard, and waving out of it over the neighbors'.