It's like clockwork. Every year, by mid-September, the dew point is reached and suddenly there are glistening dewdrops –like diamonds– scattered in the morning grass.
This was true in Tokyo and it's true in Los Angeles.
In Japan, these pearly gems are not only treasured for their gem-like beauty, but they are also appreciated for their fleetingness; which, like scattering cherry blossoms, are likened to the transience of our human existence. For life, like the disappearing dewdrops in the morning sunlight, is too often cut short. In this way, dewdrops have been considered, since ancient times, along with “scattering flowers and fallen leaves” (飛花落葉) as a poetic metaphor for impermanence, or mujo (無常).
For more see essay at 3QD: The Time of White Dew
The feeders are quieter.
The hawks are patrolling the skies and this year we have so many mourning doves! Also, the hummingbirds are back. We gave had so many goldfinches too, the last few weeks. Huge fat rats are drawn to the feeders and have become so aggressive they chase the squirrels!
Local Ephemera
Bolsa Chica
Dewdrop World 
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