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

I'm seeing more butterflies now. Not so many of the cabbage whites and the similar-sized yellow ones, but tiny ones, a quarter that size: the orange ones with black speckles one of which was kind enough to try to help me go out with elegance in the ljshootout photo contest, and yesterday a black one with lacy white markings. One of the few things the neighbor lets live is her buddleia, so I imagine she has more, but I still don't quite understand the Sunnyvale Sun editorial a month ago saying there are no more butterflies or songbirds. I think the writer must now live in San Jose.

D.O.P.-T.

A blanket of cloud this morning. The top of Mount Hamilton was cut off, and it was strangely cool after the recent heat. Then as I rode home on the bus, a slanting edge of dark cloud appeared and rolled smartly upward like a stage curtain, revealing a sun-gilded hillside.