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

[weofodthignen]

The oxalis is dying back remorselessly, and the purple flowers shooting up out of the ground and growing tall all around the backyard; I'm mowing them down in the grass this year. The dog weaves in and out of the line of them under the orange tree, and the emerald waterfall of the plum tree on the other side. Two gold nasturtiums twinkle in the depths of the plum tree; the one nearest the light has white-striped leaves.