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

In San Jose, I found a pretty little tabby cat stretched out in the sun. On her shiny collar was a pretty pink tag in the shape of a mousey, which gave her name as . . . Skankess. I told her she wasn't a Skankess but a Princess. More so than that Di bitch.

D.O.P.-T.

The neighbor who has covered most of her front yard with tiny white stones ripped out the burr clover plant that had sprouted at one corner - perhaps after she saw me photographing it. But apparently overnight, a luxuriant mallow has flowed over much of the sidewalk in front of that yard, with lots and lots of pale purple flowers.